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Personal Demons Part 02
🕑 Added 2019-01-19 05:19:51 +0000 UTCAntoine woke up amazingly well rested from his sleep. “Wow… I can’t believe just how vivid that dream was…” he told himself. However at the foot of his bed he could still see the demon watching over him. His little red tail swaggered back and forth on his foot and a half tall body.
“Ain’t no dream bucko,” the demon laughed at him. Antoine nearly jumped out of his bed as it climbed on his sheets and moved closer to his face. The small demon barely weighed anything but still freaked the young magician out. He wasn’t supposed to summon something like this.
“But… but…” he tried to think of something to say. “But I’m not supposed to summon demons!” he finally made out.
“Not supposed… Not able to…” a vicious grin crossed the demons face. “Really all a matter of perspective really.” His sharp teeth shined through his grin. “Because you definitely did. But you also got good ole Fredo sitting patiently for you to take him for his morning walk.” The demon pointed his sharp finger at the large wolf currently sitting by the door wagging his tail violently as Antoine finally paid attention to him.
Antoine just stared. “Fr-Fredo?” he finally uttered. The massive wolf stood up on his four legs and crossed the one room house. His large paws dug into the dirt floor with each step. “Fredo?” Antoine asked again. Fredo’s tail wagged faster as he’d finally gotten some attention. He licked Antoine’s face. “Stop. Stop,” Antoine whined as the tongue scraped against his face. “This is Fredo?” his attention turned back to the demon but the massive wolf was still begging for his attention. He pushed away at Fredo’s nose but Fredo hadn’t stopped trying to lick his face.
“Yep,” the demon said proudly. “Not my best work, but eh... It works. But you best get him outside before he causes a bit of a stinker in yer house.”
“Oh no!” Antoine rushed to the door and opened it. Fredo followed close behind and headed out the door. He scampered into the forest right next to Antoine’s small home. “So he’s my dog?” Antoine asked.
“You could say that,” the demon snickered. “More of a wolf really. You didn’t like that he had so much control over you so I gave you control over him. ‘He’s so bossy.’ ‘He’s so annoying.’ ‘Always telling me what to do.’” the demon mocked using Antoine’s voice. “Blah. Blah. Blah.”
“Stop it…” Antoine winced at hearing his own whiney voice. “But he’ll listen to me?”
“Do just about anything you tell him to. Real good boy. Fredo!” The demon used Antoine’s voice again to call the wolf over to him. The wolf’s ears perked up and he came running back to his master. He sat down right in front of Antoine. Even seated he was nearly eye level with the young man. At 5’6” Antoine had always been rather short but now being next to such a massive beast he couldn’t help but feel even smaller.
“Good boy,” his voice still shook as he pet the top of the wolf’s head. “Still this is really weird…”
“You’ll get used to it,” the demon laughed. “Come on you’ve got a full day ahead of you. King Bronson will be arriving tomorrow and you have to help your teachers get ready for the ceremony.”
Antoine’s eyes went wide. The demon was right. He’d just spent so much time doing thinking about Fredo that he’d forgotten his duties. “On no! You’re right!” Antoine started running towards the town. Fredo trotted right next to him almost like it was just a game.
“Need a lift?” the demon was ridding Fredo, leaning on his side. He picked his sharp teeth like there was something in them.
“Huh?” Antoine looked over at Fredo still just trotting along like it was nothing. He slowed down and Fredo slowed with him.
“Go on,” the demon moved to the side and pet the thick soft fur. “He’s a strong boy. He can carry you.”
Again Antoine stared. All this was so new to him but the demon seemed to be able to know what was going on. “Down?” Fredo stopped and lowered himself to the ground. “Woah…” he was still amazed that such a massive beast would listen to him so perfectly. “So I just…” Antoine positioned himself onto Fredo’s back and shifted his weight against his strong body. He squeezed tightly as he pulled his body close. Fredo stood back up to his full height and nodded his head waiting an order. “Go. Go to town,” he ordered.
Instantly Fredo took off. He sprinted full speed towards the town. What normally would have taken close to an hour was already almost done. He could see the entrance to the plaza and couldn’t believe just how fast Fredo could go. A smile crept onto Antoine’s face as he felt the wind in his face. It just felt good.
As they approached the front gates, Fredo slowed himself down to a halt. He slowed his speed back down to a trot. Antoine sat upright and watched as horses and carriages headed to the same gate as he did. However two guards were quickly approaching him while all the other people were let in.
“Woah. Woah. Woah. You can’t bring that beast into the market place,” the guards stood in front of Fredo, sword and spear drawn. “That thing will cause an absolute riot.”
Fredo bared his fangs and let out a low growl. “Easy…” Antoine pet the side of his face. "Down.” Fredo went to the ground allowing Antoine off his back. “It’s alright. He’s really well trained. He won’t cause any trouble.”
“Doesn’t matter,” the guard replied, sword still drawn. “I don’t want to take any unnecessary risks.”
Antoine turned back to Fredo but stared at the demon. ‘Can you do anything about this?’ he wanted to see if the demon could read his mind again.
‘Sure,’ that same malicious grin crossed his little face. ‘What would you like?’
‘Well first off, I should have authority over them. I’m not doing anything too bad so they shouldn’t be able to tell me what to do. But also I think the guard’s armor should be a little more revealing. And that they should be stronger. And that whenever they see other men they get aroused.’ Antoine smiled. He continued to pet Fredo, pretending like he was easing the dog’s worries.
The small demon snapped his fingers. “Done,” he said with an excited sense of glee.
Antoine turned back to the guards. “We’re going inside,” he said. He’d added a bit of bravado to his voice to sound like he was even more important.
Suddenly the guard felt so weak in front of Antoine. Despite the at least six inch height difference and 100 pounds he had on the young magician he felt so small. “But…” the guard tried to think of what to say but it was hard to do so. The grip on his sword had loosened in his hand and he was struggling to keep it up. “But what if it causes a panic. I don’t want anything bad to happen.” It was more of a observation than an order. His sword finally fell by his hip but he didn’t completely get out of Antoine’s way. He still felt like he needed to say something to the young magician.
“I know. I know,” Antoine said. “But Fredo is an excellent companion. He’s going to be just fine.” The chainmail the two guards were wearing disappeared from their bodies. It left their upper bodies exposed. The guard holding the sword was already rather beefy and his large imposing muscles just grew even bigger. The two hefty pecs pushed even further out but there was a clear outline of abs even with the extra fat he didn’t mind carrying around. Meanwhile the spearman’s more lithe body grew even more defined. His thinner muscles grew more defined. The almost flat chest pushed out but they were two solid slabs of muscle. Despite not being nearly as bulky at his partner they almost looked just as big. However with his thinner waist the six pack he’d only mildly had could be seen from over the hill side.
“But…” the swordsman tried to think of a reason why he couldn’t let the wolf into the city. He seethed his sword in the band around his waist. Only the pants he had been wearing were nowhere in sight. He looked down almost stupidly wondering whether or not something was supposed to be covering his thick hairy legs or not. But looking over at his partner he realized just how good his defined quads looked. He bit the bottom of his lip as his eyes slowly drifted up and down the other man’s body. It wasn’t until he caught his partner doing the same to him that he realized he needed to stop. Even if his dick was pressing hard against underwear he needed to think straight.
Antoine raised his hand and pat the swordsman on the shoulder. “I get it. You’ve been working in the hot day with your partner and you can really think about anything else. How about I let you two take a break and we just pretend like this never happened.”
“Huh?” the swordsman asked. Now his mind was on Antoine. The little man’s body didn’t seem to leave his mind. Even though he was so much bigger than the weak magician he couldn’t help but feel like he had to listen to him. Something was telling him to submit to what he was saying. But at the same time, he was being given a break? How could he say no to that? And with his partner as well. His eyes locked with the spearman and he nodded his head back. “What do you say?” he asked.
A grin crossed the spearman’s face as they headed toward the small guardroom next to the entrance. Almost instantly the swordsman used his extra weight to push the spearman against the wall. The door hadn’t even closed and the two’s mouths had locked. Deeply exploring each other. This brand new feeling had him going wild. He knew he wasn’t supposed to feel it. But damn did it feel good. He slowly started grinding against his partner. Feeling the hard dick running up and down his leg just encouraged him more. He dug deeper into the feeling. It was exhilarating but he felt like it wasn’t right. Right now he didn’t care. Just feeling the other man caress his muscles while he rubbed his own body against his partner’s.
Morals be damned. His horniness was off the charts. His mind had given into his body’s lust. There was no going back now. His body wasn’t going to stop. And no one could stop him. Didn’t matter who walked in. He could feel himself coming closer. ‘What if someone walked in?’ Worry still crept in the back of his mind. 'Would they do anything?' A smile crept across his face. ‘I’d fuck with them too.’ His dick throbbed at the idea. ‘Show them a good time.’ He was coming closer. ‘Fuck yeah!’ he grunted and felt his underwear fill with cum.
Looking down at the spearman he saw his eyes roll back in the sudden pleasure. He’d gone limp and the swordsman was now holding him against the wall. “Woah…” the spearman finally grunted. His body slowly regained it’s strength as the other man held him up.
“My thoughts exactly,” the swordsman smiled back. “Too bad he’s only letting us do this once… But maybe,” his smirk turned more devious. “Maybe when we get off shift. We could…”
“Don’t say it,” the spearman smiled back. “You don’t need to say it.” The two gave each other a light peck to the mouth and headed back to the front door. Their dicks were still hard despite the constant leaking of cum in the front of their underwear. They couldn’t help but steal glances at each other as they went through the rest of their shift. However on their right arms, a black tattoo was rapidly growing up from their hand.
They didn’t pay it any mind. Looking over at one of the other teams they noticed that they were still wearing some kind of pants. To them it was weird that the other guards were wearing so much. But seeing how many glances and sideways looks they were getting, the swordsman didn’t think it’d be long before he’d get those pants off.
