My Familiar Demon

I slammed the door to my room and stormed over to my desk throwing myself into my chair. Geomancy was not my favorite subject on the best of days and today I had a massive headache. And my, other issue was especially troublesome today.

As a student mage at the Academy I had already proved my ability. The Academy did not accept utter novices and the entrance exams were not the sort you could successfully fail. It was part of that self education I had gone through years earlier that had caused my current biggest complaint.

I had been attempting to create an entirely new type of potion, an orgasm in a bottle. All the joy of sex with none of the effort, I had thought. Just when I thought I had been getting close to a final recipe a simple test potion had gone spectacularly wrong. Instead of giving me the mild pleasant orgasm I was hoping for at first it seemed like nothing had happened. Over the next several days, then years of effort I worked it out. Rather than a single orgasm the potion had raised my libido and caused it to spike at random intervals. Today was especially bad.

I fumbled at the catches of my robe nearly tearing it off in frustration to get to my pussy. I was nude underneath the heavy cloth and for the next several minutes the room was filled with the sounds of forceful masturbation, orgasms that provided momentary relief and more masturbation as I fingered my slit, kneaded my breasts and started a puddle of my own fluids.

"Aren't you a sight." The voice was a silken flame of laughter inside my own head. I didn't need to open my eyes to see the source or my mouth to respond. The voice of my familiar was well known to me by now. I bit back an angry retort. Frustration and suffering tended not to do much more than amuse a Hellhound. At one point my condition had been especially bad and I had sought to summon a creature capable of satisfying my unnatural need. Figures it turned out to be suitably unnatural in nature itself.

Despite the name not all Hellhounds looked canine. This particular one looked much more like a feline in body, the four legged body low and lithe with short dark fur that always gave an impression of smoke. The body was made of muscle and heat however and the yellow eyes set above a long muzzle burned darkly with a fierce and alien intelligence. It was also very, very much a he. As it watched me I could see that cock I had learned to adore sliding free of its sheath. Covered with the most delicious nubs and knotted to lock itself firmly into its mates while it filled them with demonic seed I knew how good it would feel. I needed more than my fingers today and the bitch of consent with a demon telepathically linked to my mind and tethered to my soul was that he knew just how much I needed him as well. And he was always, always ready and willing to fuck.