A Loose End
By Limewah
Commissioned by TeryxC
A sequel to ‘Dark Passenger’ - reading it first is recommended.
18+

No matter how often Storm tried to forget, his old life came screaming back into his mind when he slept. It was often a very literal intrusion, too. Scenes of violent torture, horrific rutting and raw-throated shrieks, souls being rended asunder and extinguished. 
When he was deep in the memory, he was exhilarated. He carried out his horrible tasks with relish and delight. Matching the screams of the victims with a shriek of sadistic delight. 
When he became aware and lucid, breaking out of the dream-trance, he found himself unable to control his body, to stop the torture and killing. His auto pilot delight was replaced with sentient dread and horror.
He couldn't stop laughing in the dream, as much as he desperately wanted to. 
It would last until he finally awoke, the laugh becoming a short sharp scream. He always came to  with that curious sensation that he still had yet to get used to - that chilly dampness from a layer of terror-induced sweat. That, and the adrenaline rush of his borrowed body's heart thumping as rapidly as it could.
The dragon sat up, pushing his soaked comforter to the side, and groping to the other side of the bed to confirm that - yes, his lover had already left for work. He probably tossed and turned through the alarm.
Not that there was any need for him to hurry off to work himself. His vessel’s work was a lot more asynchronous. The joys and responsibilities of working freelance.
 
Speaking of his vessel…
Storm reached down to the base of his cock, giving it a squeeze. 
“Are you awake as well, Teryx?” he asked.
Teryx twitched a little in response, like he was being disturbed from his own dream. But otherwise he was quiet. Cocks couldn’t exactly talk back, even if they were imbued with the soul of the body’s former owner.
The mortal dragon wasn’t completely insensate; Storm and Teryx had a sort of secret language by now. In the early days, Storm thought his teasing words were torturing the mortal - showing him how easy it had been to steal his life, make it like he had never existed. But after a time, he came to notice that there didn’t seem to be any hard feelings. 
Teryx enjoyed the prospect of being a prisoner in his own body. Especially since every single sensation he could experience was tied to Storm’s cock. Being that sensitive meant that almost everything was pleasurable for him. As far as eternal imprisonments went it wasn't the worst. 

Storm slowly slid his hand from Teryx's base to his head, huffed softly and sighed as he clambered out of bed.
The demon's life was pretty mundane, all things considered. The initial excitement and thrill of obliterating and replacing a mortal's ego and soul had settled, and now he had all the responsibilities of keeping up the illusion of normality. 
Even so, Storm enjoyed it. He far preferred it to the horrors he used to live, and now only dreamt of. Peaceful quiet was making him feel happier than he had in a very long time. Especially since he was spending it with his beautiful little warlock. Roe, of course, was as deeply under Storm’s thrall as Teryx was - in mind, rather than in body. He had completely inserted himself into the fox’s life, and he was none the wiser, with no memory of his ill advised summoning session.
It was hard for Storm not to fall in love with him. His soft voice. The curvature of his hips and thighs. The way he giggled when Storm put his teeth gently around his neck and growled.
He wasn’t ever going to free Roe from his thrall, of course. But reciprocating that unconditional love was proving more and more tempting by the day.

As he staggered slowly to the shower, rubbing his eye with the heel of his palm, he noted that Teryx was still rock-hard. 
“Don’t tell me you get off to all that torture,” Storm said. He knew the answer was no, of course. 
Still, it was good to re-affirm.
“Do you need some help?” he asked, as he turned the water on and let it trickle down the grooves of his muscular body. 
Throb throb. 
That was definitely a yes.

Storm couldn’t help but fuck with his host a little. He suddenly yanked the tap of the shower, turning the water as cold as it could go. He was used to far worse. But this body that belonged to Teryx was still a bit sensitive to the cold. Especially a sudden shock of it. It was fun to watch his dick quiver and quake as the icy water spilled onto it.
He allowed himself a slightly more demonic, sadistic laugh than normal.
“Bad boy. Baaaad dick~” Storm chided. “You gotta earn the right to cum, you know this…~”
Teryx was still throbbing and dribbling, unable to go down. He certainly found this torture appealing at least.
Storm decided Teryx had enough. He turned the water back to a temperature that the host body could handle.
“All right, fine, you’ll get what you want~”
He wrapped his fingers around the shaft and started rubbing. Slowly at first. It was good to take their time with this. He huffed and growled. As his pace built, the hot steam from the shower clung to him. His nostrils flared, expelling a hint of eldritch smoke. His palm began to glow, and pure pleasure poured into Teryx, making him dribble and drool pre, instantly subsumed by the rushing water. The previous night’s stickiness was drained away, leaving his scales and hair soft, glossy, and sweet-smelling.

Storm always had the ability to inflict intense pain with every touch - pleasure was a close cousin, an exquisite overwhelming sensation. It was easy to do, especially when he turned it inward.
Both were enjoyable. 
He raked the claws of his free hand across his chest, almost enough to break the skin, the snarl of pain mixing with the tingle of ecstasy. He braced himself against the glass door of the shower booth, allowing himself to get even more down to the business of exploring his body. Discovering new things about his vessel’s pleasure centres every time.
“C-close?” he growled, feeling that familiar sensation of the verge of bursting. Teryx would have been whining, if he had a mouth to whine with. It was fun edging - both because it made the release better for Storm, but because it was a fun little game for the demon to play with his pet member until he painted the tile walls with geysering jets of potent, virile seed. 
Or, in this particular case, until he stopped just short of climax just to make Teryx twinge and twitch. He could imagine the poor thing would have been moaning needily if he could. All he could do was drool out more pre.

Neighbours were probably watching him as he wandered through the house with a massive erection. He was happy to let them look. Maybe they’d be tempted for a visit, and he could…
No. No need for that. He didn’t want to indulge his impulses too much. Just for safety’s sake. Most of Teryx’ immediate circle accepted him as ‘Storm’, now. A change of name, a slight tweak of identity was easy enough for people to accept, especially after a gentle, polite correction of “I go by Storm now, actually.”
He did imagine them calling him by other names, too. Particularly the more attractive ones. He imagined taking their souls and minds, the way he’d taken Roe’s. But the more thralls he took, the more likely it would become that he would be found.
Or that he would give in to the old instincts, like those in his nightmares.
Returning to that felt… wrong. 

Storm tried to put it aside and get on with his day. There was mundane, mind-numbing work to be done.
First, coffee.
As he walked to the kitchen, he spied a familiar plastic box on the table, tightly sealed, slightly yellow-stained from the curry inside it. It was cold to the touch, only recently defrosted. 
…Roe’d forgotten his lunch again. At least it gave him an excuse to procrastinate, and properly say ‘good morning’ to his beloved.
Maybe he’d be able to steal Roe away for a moment. He’d ‘conveniently’ end up in the bathroom when Roe was having his break, giving them time for, well… something very quick and quiet. 
Storm was good at that. Demons were very efficient with time management. He could bury Teryx in Roe’s mouth and be finished in half a minute, leaving Roe with an orgasm of his own to enjoy for good measure.

…Not that that was his intention. And for all he knew, Roe could be busy.
He texted his fox to make sure he knew.

“You left your lunch! I’m bringing it”

He didn’t wait for a reply - no point in staring at his phone like a lovesick puppy. He was trying not to get too addicted to the devilish little contraption. But it was hard to resist its seductive call. He checked it again when he was en route, to see that Roe hadn’t texted more than a few throbbing heart emojis. That was all that was needed to let Storm know he was busy, and wouldn’t be able to say hello. Pity.

Into the office building, up 10 flights of stairs (he avoided the elevator), and he was on Roe’s floor. He headed to reception, and the okapi behind the counter gave him a knowing look.
“You’re still Roe’s deliveryboy huh?”
“I know,” Storm said with a bashful laugh. “Will I drop it off in the break room?”
“Sure thing,” she said. “You know where you’re going.”

Why did he get anxious going through here? Why did he feel like an intruder? It was silly of him. There was a tightness in his chest - anxiety was an experience a demon was meant to dole out, not experience. He was getting more sympathy for mortals day by day.
He tried not to look at the passing office drones. Whenever he got a side-eye, he just smiled a tight smile and acted unruffled. Like he didn’t stick out with his massive frame and casual clothes. He threw Roe’s lunch into the fridge and headed back out the way he came, straight for the door…

“Hey! Teryx!”
Hearing that name spoken out loud was like a blow to the back of the head. He froze in his tracks and whipped his head over his shoulder to the source of the voice.

It was a fox. In comparison to Roe, this black-furred fox was a little broader, a little taller. He wasn’t paunchy; he looked well built, like he was looking after himself.
“I thought that was you!” the fox said hands jammed into his slacks as he approached. 
Storm frantically searched Teryx’s memories to figure out just who the fuck this was.
“How’ve you been?” 
He was getting closer. Was he going to go for a hug? Or a handshake? How well did he know Teryx? Storm couldn’t exactly ask. Teryx was basically insensate at the moment, content to be dormant and flaccid. He was a big help.
There was a period where Teryx would sort of talk back, at least in the back of Storm’s borrowed brain, but he had been quiet for a long time. There hadn’t been emergencies like… this.
“Good thanks! Hah.” Storm nodded quickly. “I’m, uh… actually going by Storm nowadays.” 
“Storm, huh?” the fox said, crooking an eyebrow with a wry little grin. “Sounds cute. Maybe I should come up with a new name…”
“What’s wrong with your old one?”
“Nothing really. Anyway! I’m guessing you stopped in to see Roe? He’s neck deep in work today…”
“Yeah, yeah, I know.”
“But I’m just on break now. Maybe we can catch up?”
“Ah, I’d love to but… I gotta go.”
“Just a few minutes.” The fox got closer, the scent of cologne reaching Storm’s nose. There were some pheromones in there for sure. This dusky fox had been working up to this for a while, waiting for a moment to strike. What was he playing at…?
“We’ve got a lot of catching up to do, don’t we?”
“I guess we do,” Storm said. “But I really should-”

The fox took Storm’s hand, and tugged his wrist towards him, suddenly and sharply. Storm experienced a brief flash of ‘What the fuck’ before - 
“Sleep, sleep, that’s right, feeling good, falling down, sinking into my shoulder, feeling better and better the more you drop…”
The fox had a very nice, comfortable shoulder. Storm felt very safe. 
“And back up, wake up, back wide awake.”

Storm shook his head and staggered. The fox was looking up at him rather triumphantly. Seconds had passed, but that moment had stretched on for what felt like minutes.
“Still works, huh?” he said.
“What was… that…?” Storm groaned.
“What do you think?” the fox laughed. “Just like old times? Glad to see it’s still working on you.”
“What…?” Storm was still reeling. That loss of control, that sense of relaxation, it did feel good but… the aftermath disturbed him.. “I gotta go, sorry-”

He turned tail and almost ran out of the door. There was no other way he could react. Terror gripped his heart. Someone else had hooks in this body. Ones that he couldn’t quite comprehend. 

The whole while, Teryx was rock hard, tenting and bulging his pants leg. From the walk down the stairs to the drive back, it was there, a constant intense distraction, begging to be touched and dealt with.
Storm was not going to give in that easily, especially after that experience. His mind was saying ‘no’ but Teryx was saying ‘yes’. Abnormal. Teryx was not supposed to have any sort of control or agency; that was their agreement. 

Was this arousal payback for the morning? It couldn’t have been, it was too sudden and overwhelming. 
He was furious with Teryx for hiding this hook from him, or omitting it. But shouting at his dick would probably be fruitless - not to mention only make him feel more incredibly self conscious and angry at himself for slipping so easily.
He had to make sense of it.
As soon as he was home, he hopped onto Teryx’ personal laptop - the work PC could wait. It definitely had to have some chat logs or information, or something that would tell him something. He gave Teryx a grope and a stroke, to see if he could rouse him for some help.
“How far back should I go?” he asked, getting no response. He figured at least a couple of years. Before Teryx met Roe, potentially. 
Sure enough… he found out the fox’s name. Petr and Teryx seemed to go back a fair bit. And judging from the logged hours-long calls as well as long text logs… it was easy to connect it to that brief experience. 
Petr used to be Teryx’ dom, for a while. It seemed they’d broken off the relationship when Teryx started dating Roe. Apparently there were some hard feelings, judging by the oblique references to arguments and how ‘hurt’ Petr was. Definitely some resentment there. Storm was beginning to understand his angle The fox wanted to win the dragon back.

Storm bristled at the thought of being fought over or jockeyed for like he was some object or prize to be won. 

There were clearly hooks in him still, secret little bits of conditioning. Whenever Storm’s gaze cast over some monochrome spiral gifs Petr had sent years ago, he found the intense desire to keep staring. That same sensation he felt, not as powerful, but tempting him to keep staring to see if that same high would return. He had to actively fight to resist it.
This wouldn’t do. This was dangerous. 
He couldn’t allow himself to lose control under any circumstances. What would that lead to? 

He’d show this so called ‘Master’ of Teryx’s just what real submission looked like.
It would sear him forever.
First things first… send him a message.
‘Nice seeing you earlier today. Want to grab a coffee later?”
The message was read mere seconds later. The response came almost as fast.
“I’m free after work”
“I’ll let you know. I think I may be doing something with Roe tonight”
“I’ll see you when I see you
I wonder if you’ll still Drop for me, Dragon”

Storm groaned. His head slouched forward. His eyes focused on the screen. The rest of the world ceased to matter, and his mind paused. His claws tapped unconsciously, automatically

“Dragon Drops and Obeys”
“Good boy”

Teryx throbbed and strained. Storm moaned. His hand went to rub, straight away.

“Are you rubbing already?”
“Yes Master”
Master. It was… so disturbing, so wrong, and yet…
“Stroke and cum for me, then. And maybe you’ll see me later after all”
It was hard to type with one hand. But Storm remained focused.
“Yes mastr”
“And you’ll make an excuse to come see me later”
“Ys,master”
“Good boy. You’ll let me know.”
The spiral appeared again.
Storm fell into it. 
His lips moved, his voice barely higher than a breathy whisper. He didn’t even know the mantra he was speaking. It was too automatic for him to stop. 
Storm didn’t know when he came. The pleasure he was feeling was so intense that it masked his climax, and when he was finally able to tear himself away from the spiral, his trousers were basically ruined with Teryx’s juices. Hours had passed, and he’d been stroking, and staring that whole time.
“Fuck…” he growled, ashamed of himself, and the fact that the arousal persisted.

All right. This had to be dealt with, tonight. This fox probably thought his hooks were deep enough to tear him away from Roe.
Big mistake. That mortal was not going to make a fool of him a third time.
He heard the sound of the front door opening.

He had just enough time to throw his cum soaked garments into a corner of the bedroom and put on a change of clothes. 
“You there?” Roe called out. 
“Yes! Coming, darling!” He quickly closed out the chat window (resisting the urge to stare again, as powerful as it still was) and hurried to greet his fox at the door.
There was a very curious look on Roe’s face. It was hard to read. But it didn’t look to be a happy one.
“What’s the matter?” Storm asked, approaching with arms outstretched. Roe shied away. His eyes looked red, his face looked a little puffy.
“You know you could have told me,” Roe said, his voice even, but quivering. “I’d have been fine with it. You didn’t have to hide anything from me…”
“Hide what? What’re you-”
Roe lifted his phone, and showed Storm a series of photos of his nude body. It was a series of short clips of him staring and masturbating - clearly taken from his webcam. 
“I obey my Master,” he chanted over and over. “I love my Master. No one else matters but Master…”
“I really… I wouldn’t mind,” Roe said, sniffling, “But I thought we said we’d be open about doing things with other people…”
Storm remained silent. His voice in the videos continued.
“I will leave my boyfriend and come to you,” he gasped. “I’ll come for you… please let me cum, Master, I want to only cum for you…!”
Roe turned the screen off and practically flung it onto the nearby table. 
Storm saw the punch coming, but he didn’t stop it. Roe hit him in the face once - just once. 
“Why?!” Roe asked, tears streaming down his cheeks. “What else have you been hiding from me?!”
Storm put a claw on Roe’s forehead. It pushed to the point that it drew the barest speck of blood. Roe’s face went blank, his eyes turned to marbles, and he became very still.
Storm didn’t relish doing this to him. But it was the only way to spare him the heartache until the problem had been dealt with.
“Burn away,” he intoned. Roe’s eyes flickered as eldritch magic flowed through his head, burning away the last hour of memories like loose manuscript pages. The memory of discovering this infidelity. 
“Sleep,” Storm continued, and Roe swooned forward into the dragon’s waiting arms. He guided the fox to recline and relax where he was. A short nap would do him good.
A quickly scrawled note - “out to the shop, I’ll be back soon” - would hopefully keep the illusion up. Before leaving, he looked down at his unconscious lover, the slowly fading sear-mark on his forehead. He felt the equal parts pleasure and shame for having used even a slight crumb of his power on the poor thing.
Petr, the pretender, was going to be an excellent chance for him to cut loose.

“Coming master” 
“Hey, save it for when you get here, slut ;)”

Teryx seemed to know the way to Petr’s place intrinsically. Storm was using a GPS to get there, but the closer he got, the more Teryx throbbed. 
 However many encounters they’d had together, it seemed the fox had put his hooks incredibly deep into Teryx. Storm didn’t know how Roe managed to pull him away. The story didn’t interest him. He was going to close the book on this whole thing, after all. 
This other fox wouldn’t exist for much longer.
As they got closer to his destination, Teryx was still straining against Storm’s leg. As though he was trying to get even harder. His balls were tightening too. 
“You’re eager, aren’t you.” Storm growled. “You’ll get your fun.”
Teryx twitch-throbbed in response. 
Storm scoffed, returning all his attention to the road and doing his damndest to ignore his horn. 

After a short drive that took him close to the city limits, Storm was outside Petr’s place.  The apartment block was… nondescript. Definitely a step or two down from the place he shared with Roe. Something told him it was going to be cramped inside.
“So, which one is it?” Storm muttered to Teryx. It was like working with some sort of absurd metal detector. He went up floor by floor until the third floor gave him an extra, residual tingle. He stepped through the rough-carpeted halls until another twinge guided him towards an old door with equally aged brass numbers on it. 315.
Storm hesitated for a moment. The white hot rage was still there, but nerves lingered too. If he wasn’t careful, that fox might speak some words or show him something that would drop him right back into a submissive space. That was out of the question.
He had to keep his guard up.

He knocked, and waited.
Barely ten seconds passed before the door opened. Storm looked down at the smiling fox, the dark fur, the orange eyes - had they always been orange, or was he misremembering…?
That brief moment of distraction let Petr seize him. Or, seize Teryx. 
Storm gasped as the fox’s dextrous hand fished out his dick and pulled him inside. He saw the other hand go up towards his ear, and he knew what was coming next. He braced himself for impact as the sharp snap went off like a shot.
“Drop for me, Dragon,” Petr said, and the world started to fall out from beneath Storm’s feet. His eyes rolled and lolled, and the world became a smear - except for the orange eyes.
“Drag’n… drops n’ obeys…” 
Storm began to topple. Another snap shot him back up right.
“Sleep with your eyes open, sleep standing up, but sleep. Good.” 
Each command was punctuated with another snap. Petr’s voice sounded breathy, heavy. 
“Mmnh, you’ve gotten bigger since last time. Good boy. A big dick suits a bottom bitch like you, doesn’t it?”
“Yes Master,” Storm’s lips moved and his throat moved, but he was not in control of what he was saying any longer.
…Was this how Teryx felt? He sort of saw the appeal…
He was lead by the wrist, sleepwalking with lazily drooping eyelids. He didn’t perceive the room, save for when he heard and felt the crunch of a small can undeath his paw, or his ankle bumped against a wooden surface. They were forgotten microseconds later, and he returned to following his Master…
No, this fox was not his.. No one was his…
The fox sat down and snapped again, pointing towards the floor. His paw lazily rubbed Teryx and he oozed gratefully. Storm knelt down before the fox, still gazing and listening, the words going straight into his mortal hindbrain.
He opened his mouth
He was not the submissive here. This was not how it was supposed to go.
So why were the eyes so beautiful, and how was it so easy to follow him, and why was he savouring the texture and tang of the fox’s throbbing…?

…he would make an excellent incubus.

That thought was his lifeline. A plan of attack revealed itself to him as his snout was buried in the warm fox’s lap, smelling of sex, musk, and cheap cologne. He continued to suck - it wasn’t that unpleasant, the more he was - no. He had to focus. Distractions would make it harder for him to concentrate, searching through half-forgotten hellish memories to decide on the best way to subjugate him. 
To keep himself from going under, to pull himself up from the trance, he tried to think ahead. To imagine the fox’s fearful expression when he realised how much danger he was in, who - and what - he was truly dealing with.
It would be delicious.
As delicious as this cock was - 

—

Storm smacked his lips. His head still swimming. Teryx was still rock hard, and a footpaw was lazily sliding up and down it. He looked up, blearily shaking his head. The room was dark, but he could see Petr’s silhouette - and the little red pendulum swinging from his fingers.
Storm followed, and drooled, letting out a confused groan.
“Shhhshshsh.” Petr cooed. “It’s all right. I just want to hear you say it. Just look into the pendant. Look into the crystal. See what you want to say. I’ve told you the phrase is in there, and I just want you to say it. Make it official.”
“Make…nn…” what? He was…
The words were appearing in the crystal. Or in his mind? Or..
“I want to… end… my relationship… with…”
Storm paused. He knew what the next word would be. He knew it wasn’t binding. But he still wanted to say it…
“Yes, go on. Say it for me. Let me hear it.”
Petr was masturbating himself with his free hand. Close to the edge. Eyes set and focused with lustful ambition.
He had the eyes of an incubus. Yes. 
Storm was still weak. But not for long.
“I want to…”
“Fine, start again just…”
“End…”
“Yes, go on.”
“You.”
“...?”

He grabbed the fox by the face, completely covering him. The pendant dropped to the floor - while Storm’s gaze followed it for a moment, he returned his attention to his target. The confused yelps had already turned to muffled screams. Storm slowly stood as Petr tried vainly to bite at his palm - as though that would make the demon drop him. 
He spread his fingers apart just enough that the fox’s eyes could peer through them. The fear, the dilated pupils… it took him right back.
“You’re a natural seducer,” I said. “But you’ve made a very serious mistake trying to reclaim an old subject. He’s long gone, after all.”
“Wh..what…?” Petr choked, hands vainly scrabbling at Storm’s arm. 
“Don’t worry about it. You won’t be worrying about anything at all for much longer.”
“T-Teryx…c-c’mon man, this isn’t funny…!”
“He can’t talk to you. Though you were touching him just a moment ago.”
“Wh-what…?”

Storm grabbed the fox by the throat and held tight. Petr choked and gasped and scrabbled.
What happened next was pure instinct, slipping back into the punishment he used to mete out as a demon. Forcing someone to be a prisoner in their own body was a powerful, narcotic rush for him. It was the whole reason he’d taken Teryx. And now, the same would be the case for this little runt.

Storm opened his mouth, and inhaled slowly, throat opening wide. The air turned bitterly cold, the stench of ozone filling the room as all the light was sucked into that open maw. The back of his throat glowed an electric blue, swirling inwards. Petr’s mouth was forced open wide, as were his eyes. For a second, it might have seemed like Storm was about to devour him in his entirety.
He was going to feast. But not on that.
Petr’s begging and pleading had lost all its coherency and articulation, and he sounded a bit like a cornered, feral creature who knew its end was near. Wisps of blue and green began to pour out from his eyes, nose and mouth, drawn into the maw. More and more started to flow, until, suddenly, a massive clump of swirling soul exited the fox’s mouth. Storm caught a brief glimpse of the ghostly silhouette of Petr’s head, screaming soundlessly and trying to grab at his body, then at Storm’s mouth, failing to stop himself from being sucked down Storm’s throat. 
With a snap of his jaws, it was over. 
Storm felt the soul wriggling and pushing inside him. It’d probably be a bit before he accepted his fate as another unwilling passenger. 
At least now Teryx had some company.

The now-empty body stared at nothing at all, eyes downcast, jaw hanging and salivating. Almost catatonic. 
“Are you there, slut?” the dragon asked. 
“Yes, Master…” came the fox’s response. It looked up, its eyes blank, with no spark of life or soul behind them. Its smile was blank, placid, and loving. It did not relent as Storm pushed his thumb into its mouth. It moaned and suckled obediently. Teryx stirred with excitement.
“Yes?” Storm said. “Would you like to bury yourself in this fox’s mouth?”
Throb throb. 
“Mmh. I don’t know if you’ve earned that. Seeing as you hid this from me…”
His free hand went down to the fox-body’s still erect cock (seems Petr liked that experience himself) and began to rub. It moaned in response.
“Thank you, Master…” it murmured.
“This body is mine now,” he said. Half to himself, half to the new soul trapped inside him. “My property. And I know just how I can put it to wonderful use.”
He helped himself to the fox’s bed, firstly, guiding the blankly blissful body to its knees. Lifting one thick, sharp clawed foot, he pushed it against the fox’s face. It didn’t respond. It couldn’t. Without a soul, it could only follow orders. No agency within it.
“Lick,” he commanded. The body dutifully did so. With the way it slobbered and slavered over the soft sole, it must have done this before. Teryx’ foot fetish had bled over into Storm’s kinks; perhaps he’d gotten it from his former master. Seemed that way, considering how painfully hard it was. He pushed his toe into the body’s mouth, and it choked and gulped even as the toe blocked its airways. Its teeth bit down tenderly and its tongue kept frantically lapping, even as its face started to turn a little blue. 
Storm snarled to himself with delight. 
“Your body knows what to do, mortal,” he said. “It knows who it belongs to now. It lives for me, and only me.”
He pushed harder, making his toe bulge the fox’s throat. Just a little. This was testing the waters, to see if it could fit something bigger.
He was satisfied, pulling his toe free. The body gasped and panted, taking in oxygen instinctually - even though a moment later the thick cock against its nose diluted the air with a stuffy musk.
“Remember, Teryx.” Storm said. “No cumming.” 
Grabbing the body’s head, he pushed it down onto Teryx. The vessel’s dick throbbed and pulsed against those tight, muscular, spasming walls. It choked even harder on the thick meat, its throat seeming to double in diameter as it sucked. Moaning with primal delirium, unable to even praise its master without permission. In fact, it barely moved its head, allowing Storm to thrust and fuck to his heart’s content.
“No cumming, Teryx.” Storm snapped, feeling himself close to the edge. “Keep yourself on the edge, or else I - NO.”
He pulled back again, and this time the fox body collapsed to the floor. It had fallen unconscious at some point. Perhaps it was for the best that Teryx had to be disciplined. 
“Bad boy.” he gave the dicktip a few little gentle slaps - not too hard, he would feel that pain too after all - and began to re dress himself. “You haven’t earned your cumming privileges yet. Especially since this one made you cum without my permission.”
“What the fuck is going on… please let me go…”
“Hush.” he chided Petr. “The sooner you accept your new home, the better it will be. Dress, slave.”

The body stood slowly, unsteadily as it woke. It stared at the discarded clothes blankly. 
“Dress yourself in those,” Storm pointed out. He had forgotten just how much soulless vessels needed to be directed. 
At least that would not be the case for too much longer.
He lead Petr’s body out, leaving the apartment door open as they left.
After all, it would have no need for it any longer.

–

Roe was still asleep when Storm returned, blissfully unaware, his memories long-scrubbed. Storm held his hand in front of Roe’s face, and slowly moved his fingers, guiding Roe upright like a puppeteer. Roe opened his eyes, and they locked with Storm’s. Even though there was a nude black fox right next to his love, the orange fox only had eyes for his dragon. 
“It’s been a while since you’ve done one of your little rituals, hasn’t it?” Storm said with a smile. “I’ve got one in mind.”
“Like… how we first met…” Roe sighed contentedly. 
“Exactly. Let’s get the living room prepared before midnight.”

Petr’s body stood idly by, empty and unable to carry out anything without commands. Petr was still writhing inside him. He was strong willed. The idiot probably thought he could escape. 
“I want you to watch,” he said. “Stare closely. And maybe I’ll consider giving your body back, once we’ve made some changes…”
The screams were barely higher than a whisper, distorted within him. 
It brought him right back to the good old days. He reminisced as he assisted Roe in drawing the large sigil around the perfectly-still, and setting up the sweetly-scented candles. 
“What’re we going to do with Petr, honey?” Roe asked, not a hint of fear or worry in his addled mind.
“You’ll see.”
As what little remained of the natural daylight faded and midnight approached, Storm could already feel it. Subtle twists and movements to the natural chakra of the world. Magnetised and attracted towards the circle of chalk and salt, and the nude, empty vessel at its centre. 
Even as the fur on the foxes’ bodies began to bristle with the suffused energy in the room, and the world turned unnaturally dark, Petr’s body remained still.
“Chant the incantation,” Storm ordered. He was happy to watch.
Roe was hesitant with his chant at first. It had been a while, and he had to remind himself of all the demonic phonetics as he stared into his old book of spells. He was, after all, an amateur. But as his confidence grew, his chanting 	quickened and amplified. 
The circle glowed, the candles - nearly burnt out - suddenly flew ablaze again, and their flames turned a deep crimson. They swirled inwards towards the centre of the circle - and in an instant, Petr’s body was ablaze. 
Petr’s soul wailed inside him with despair. Teryx throbbed with Storm’s arousal.
“Ah ah ah,” Storm said. “Wait for it.”

The flames did not immolate Petr’s body. It remained perfectly still, no reaction to what would have been excruciating pain. The flames split the body’s back open, and glistening, leathery wings emerged. Its forehead split, and little goat-horns curved out. The fur changed colour, subtly, gaining a deep purple tint to its black fur. Its scleras turned black, its eyes taking on a deeper orange. A swirling pink branding appeared on its hips, just above its growing shaft. More appeared around its chest, drawing the eye towards its nipples. The mortal body morphed and melded into something more powerful. Something primally irresistible.
Something else spewed out from the flames, straight into the fox body’s now open mouth. The head snapped back, and the flames reached their apex, illuminating the room with a flash and a crackle - and then, it was over. The chalk and salt was gone. The candles had vanished. And at the centre stood the body that used to be Petr’s - and the incubus now inhabiting it.
The incubus’ eyes alighted on Storm, peering. Then his eyes widened and he broke into a toothy smile. With delight, he shouted out Storm’s name - a name not pronounceable by mortal vocal chords.
“We’re missing you down below!” the incubus said, stepping into Storm’s personal space and grabbing a handful of Teryx. “Thought you’d have been bored of the mortal realm by now.”
“It’s got its charms,” Storm said. He pushed a finger into the demon-fox’s mouth, and its forked tongue wound around its finger. “It’s fun keeping up appearances. And corrupting mortals.”
“Heh… so, how long do I get this body for?”
“As long as you like. The soul’s got to learn to behave and obey first.”
“Mmhm. Sounds good.”

“Anhn…” Roe was behind them, on his knees. The natural aura of the incubus’ body was irresistible to a poor mortal’s mind and libido, and he was already pushing his snout between the the demonic creature’s much-larger cheeks. The Incubus paid him little mind, simply pointing a thumb over his shoulder, down at the amateur warlock.
“What about this one?” he could articulate himself just fine, even with his tongue flitting around Teryx’s fingers and knuckles.
“He’s cute,” Storm said. “I’m a little attached to him, I’ll admit.
The incubus barked a laugh. “I didn’t think you’d be such a sap.”
“Yeah, well…” Storm shrugged. “I suppose I miss home more than I thought I did.”
“Maybe you can bring more of home here?”

Storm considered that. He felt the despairing soul of the would-be hypnotist inside him. He felt the throb of his needy vessel, still unsatisfied. He remembered how easy it was to cause such exquisite pain and pleasure. And how satisfying it was.

The nightmare from the morning felt less and less like one. It was a reminder of his glories. And of the joy it brought him.

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