The demon stops the scheme, and punishes him.

Aaralon begins to mumble the incantation, slowly but surely. He didn't summon Rahad properly, but, by going off of memory, he could only hope that the banishing incantation he'd used on the Tar'oth would still work. On such short notice, it was all he could think to do. The wizard gazed up at his demon "master" for a long moment, his voice gradually increasing in a crescendo. "Quea Kairth, Moria Loiw Goar, Soah!" He released the magic with a soft gasp, expecting Rahad to vanish, or for him to return suddenly to his dorm room.

It doesn't go as expected. Rahad simply watches him as he chants the incantation, but makes no visible move to stop him. When it's completed, the demon starts howling in laughter, his chest visibly shaking as he cackles at Aaralon's attempt at escape. "Dear, sweet child. You thought that little summoning-clause imp-away trick would work on me, here, in my domain?" He breaks down in a new fit of laughter. Every additional chuckle sends a new raging, furious blush to Aaralon's cheeks.

The demon's laughs stop suddenly. All mirth vanishes from his eyes, and his face contorts rapidly into a deep scowl. "You've got soul, kid. Let's show you what happens to human souls around these parts." He raises his fingers to his lips and gives a long, piercing whistle. The Nightmare, which had fallen still and simply observed the unfolding drama, trotted around to stand facing the throne. The demonic stallion reared up on his hind legs, and placed his hooves on the armrests of Rahad's throne. Aaralon, still kneeling, is now sitting completely beneath the demon-horse's belly.

The collar tingles around this throat, and Aaralon feels his will rapidly deteriorate once more. He turns around to observe the Nightmare's crotch, where the hellish horsecock is rapidly emerging from his infernal sheath. Doing as he's instructed, the mage leans forward to run a long lick from the underside of the Nightmare's swinging balls, all the way up the underside of his thick manhood, over to massage the tip. Aaralon then turns around and drops to all fours beneath the throne.

His eyes widen as he realizes just what's about to happen. Rahad grasps him by the hair and yanks him forward, driving his large cock straight into his servant's throat. At the same time, the Nightmare shifts his hips to press the flared tip of his infernal horsecock against Aaralon's tight asshole, before all the ungodly power contained within the hell-horse's haunches are unleashed. He drives forward, burying his monstrous cock deep into Aaralon's puckered hole and eliciting a muffled groan.

Amidst the devilish cocks driving into him from both sides, Aaralon's cock hardens between his legs, bobbing and shaking with every thrust into his tight ass.