Flesh Hounds

Aaralon flicked through the dusty pages of his grimoire. There had to be an interesting demon that was relatively easy to control. His eyes settled on an entry near the back of the tome.

"Flesh Hounds" the arcane scrawl titled the entry.

"These demonic twins are strong, quick and effective workers. The Flesh Hounds possess only a limited intelligence and cannot be given complicated instructions. Flesh Hounds are tied to the flesh of the summoner and will therefore never strike against her as to do so would harm themselves as well." The chapter continued in some detail and Aaralon was sure not to skim read. He couldn't afford not to make any mistakes. He knew that Flesh Hounds were always summoned in pairs and he read that they would never pass for a mundane dog. To unsummon the Flesh Hounds all he would have to do was knock over the chalice of water used in the summoning ritual. That seemed easy enough, too easy in fact and was clearly a draw back to the use of Flesh Hounds in any sort of military or defensive use.

It was early morning but dawn was still some hours away and College not due to start until then. Aaralon had time for another ritual. Carefully he chalked out the summoning pentagram again, applying the correct glyphs and making sure it was large enough for both beasts. Being naked seemed appropriate for the summoning rite but Aaralon didn't fancy being so exposed in front of the two bestial demons, reluctantly he pulled on his loose leather trousers again.

Stepping back to the corner of the attic room and standing under the skylight Aaralon closed his eyes and lifted his arms skywards. The mystic chant was easier than the two times before, the age old words tripped off his tongue. He could smell the brimstone. Aaralon was beginning to associate the smell with success.

Something growled. Aaralon opened his eyes.

The Flesh Hounds looked nothing like a "hound" and very little like the rude sketch in the grimoire. The demon beasts were nearly four feet high at the head and higher if you measured to their hunched back. The creatures had little fur, only tuffs of black and brown which stood out against their scaly flesh. One Flesh Hound was a deep green and the other a dark blue but they weren't a male and female couple, both creatures had prestigious cocks and were clearly male.

They were hungry. Aaralon could feel their hunger.

Sit. Aaralon didn't open his mouth. He thought the command. He willed the freshly summoned demon dogs down ? and both creatures sat. One panted.

That was easy.

Stand.

Both creatures stood. Neither looked annoyed at being treated to a quick succession of pointless commands. Perhaps he should have been more ambitious after all and summoned something more likely to get him a fuck.

Sex. Both Flesh Hounds licked their lips. Aaralon was instantly aroused; he needed sex, he needed to fuck, he needed to sink his dick into something sweet and tender.

The Flesh Hounds began to pace. The pair moved towards the attic door.

He didn't want to fuck the demons. He wanted pussy!

With a rumbling growl the purple Flesh Hound charged the attic door, smashing the wood to splinters. The green hound raced down the stairs and before Aaralon could react the purple demon followed.

Aaralon jumped towards the chalice of water; ready to knock it over and banish the rogue demons. How ironic; he'd dealt with the tricky imp and the dangerous gorgeous succubus only to fall at this? and then it struck him. Flesh Hounds. They were tied to his flesh and he was tied to theirs. He had been slightly hungry when he summoned them ? they'd been slightly hungry. The minute he started to think about sex, so had they and this time the demands of the flesh and spiralled out of control and fed back on itself. The Flesh Hounds demanded sex because he needed it. He needed sex because the Flesh Hounds demanded it.

He could smell sex. He could sense the tender cunt around the corner. He had escaped the tower by leaping through a ground floor window, shattering glass behind and landing in a crouch beside Green. Aaralon tried to remember; he wasn't Green, he was Aaralon, he wasn't the Flesh hound, he was the summoner in the tower, he wasn't the summoner in the tower, he was Green and the cunt was getting close.

Blue pounced first, leaping around the corner and Green-Aaralon followed. The cunt was young and sweet; a pretty human girl hiding in a dressing gown two sizes too large for her as she crept around the campus after hours.

The girl started to scream.