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“Fucking… asshole!” Ajax bit out as vines lashed out at his face, thorns cutting into the skin of his cheek.
The wizard responsible was some haughty upperclassman, clearly attuned to Nature. “Aren’t you gonna fight back? Oh, right. You’re attuned to Water—why don’t you go heal yourself, loser.”
“Ugh,” Ajax groaned, feeling blood running down his cheek. It was no use—the wizard was right, Water magic was best for healing, not fighting.
“No fighting on campus grounds, Sage!” A professor’s voice rang out from across the campus, and the Earth wizard made a run for it, making a rude gesture as he made his exit.
Ajax sighed. Water magic was a proud and noble art. Every wizard back in his sleepy hometown was proud that it was Water that had called to him on his declaration day—the ceremony all witches and wizards performed on their sixteenth birthday, when one element of the seven noble elements attuned to their very souls.
He had always known it would be Water. From the time he was a small child, the ocean’s waves had calmed him, almost hypnotizing in their movements. He felt the flow, the change of the tides in his heart and mind. That rushing tide welled up inside him, and water was his to command. Ajax’s hands healed: first, his siblings’ cuts and bruises, and later even broken bones.
He was accepted into Teyvat’s most esteemed magical university with honors.
A prolific healer, they called him. His first year was amazing—Ajax learned so much, and helped so many people. It was only a few months into his second year when he was allowed to have more contact with people outside of the School of Water that he stumbled upon the groups of bullies that called themselves upright wizards wreaking havoc on the quad.
All of them from wealthy families, of course. Legacies to this prestigious place, unlike Ajax, who needed the scholarship he earned to attend. They used their magic to intimidate and control the entire school, and there were never any consequences, even when they hurt people or used their magic inappropriately. People like them gave magic a bad name.
There wasn’t much Ajax could do. His magic was best used for patching people up after they’d already been hurt.
“You haven't healed yourself yet?” a soft voice rang out. Ajax turned to see his upperclassman, Kokomi, and her jellyfish spirit companion. Her eyes twinkled blue for a moment, and with the touch of her fingertips, her Water magic surged through him, and he felt the cuts on his cheek begin to heal.
“Thank you, Kokomi.” Ajax said, smiling.
“Those brutes,” she tutted.
Ajax frowned. “Have they hurt you before?”
“No,” Kokomi said. “My jellyfish friend keeps them away.”
Her Familiar spun around as if to show off. It was an impressive feat to have a Familiar like hers.
Wait a second…Ajax could totally summon a badass Familiar, too. Right? Right.
“Please be safe, Ajax,” Kokomi said, before leaving him on the quad. He watched her leave for a few moments, before running towards the library.
…
The most common form of Familiar is an animal companion. This animal is usually a spirit being, attuned to your element. The spirit being will bind themselves to your soul and be your lifelong friend and aide through your magical journey. Summoning this companion will not be an easy task—there are no written incantations to follow, no specific runes to draw. Your spell must be original: a reflection of your goals and dreams. You must convince the spirit that you are ready. Only then will they appear at your side.
“Well, that’s vague,” Ajax mumbled, setting down the dusty tome. “The Ultimate Guide to Magical Spells and Incantations” was usually very detailed, but apparently not this time.
“An original spell…” he mused. “I can try.”
So, that night, Ajax snuck off of the school grounds. Ajax’s beloved ocean was right there, just outside the wards. He had tiptoed around the guards countless times just to be by the seaside, and he practiced his Water magic there where he felt strongest.
He stood there at the edge of the sea, breathing in the tide as he thought. What would his Familiar be? A killer whale, that would be cool. A shark, also very badass.
“Okay, okay. Think, Ajax,” he mumbled. “Runes first.”
Any rune worth its salt helped to amplify an incantation. Ajax thought back to all the runes he’d learned in his studies and began to draw lines in the damp sand.
First, the symbol for power. He wanted the Familiar to be powerful, and he in turn to be powerful, so that was easy.
Next, the symbol for justice. He snickered, thinking of all the ways he’d enact revenge on those bullies.
Ajax had to think for the next two, but he ultimately landed on wealth and war. After all, a Familiar should be able to help you gain success and be able to defend yourself when harmed.
And for his very last rune, he chose strength. After all, he was seeking all of this to feel stronger.
Ajax gazed at the circle of five runes beneath him. A bit aggressive, he’d admit, but definitely sending a message to the spirit world. It felt disconnected, so he drew lines in between the runes until they formed a star in the middle of the circle.
Much better!
“Now, time for an incantation,” he said, being sure not to activate his runic circle yet. “Volo autem familiaris— No, that’s weak. Familiaris meus esto et mihi servias? Ugh, not right.”
What do I want? Ajax thought, long and hard.
“I want to be strong,” he said, gaining resolve. “I’m so sick of being treated like I’m weak because my magic is best for healing.” He knelt down in front of the circle, laying his hands on the power rune.
Ah! It lit up. He was doing something right. “Look at the ocean, and tell me Water is weak. How many people have died amongst the waves? Water gives life, but it can also take. Take the blood out of your veins, drown Fire, flood the Earth. I am so much more than a healer. I am a tempest!”
At his outburst, all the runes lit up. Oh, this was his chance. One chance to get his incantation right.
“I don’t want a servant. I want a partner. So, do not serve me, form a contract with me. Contractum mecum faciunt!”
The runes started to glow even brighter then, not the blue he was used to, but a striking red and then gold, so bright that Ajax had to shield his eyes away from it. He stumbled back until he fell on his ass, watching as smoke billowed from the sand below the runes until it took the form of a figure.
A man. Tall, almost statuesque—he stood proudly in the center of the runes. His skin was pale, but it darkened at the shoulders until it faded to a pitch black at his hands, fingernails extending to pointed claws. His golden eyes were slitted with black pupils, almost reptilian in nature, and when he gazed at Ajax, he smiled, revealing two pointed fangs.
He was also very, very naked.
Ajax tried and failed several times not to look at his cock—but even soft, it was intimidatingly large. He was sure his cheeks were flushed an almost unnatural shade of red, clashing horribly with his ginger hair.
“Well,” his voice was so deep, almost rumbling the sand around them. “You’ve gone through a great deal of trouble to summon me, little wizard. Aren’t you going to state your terms?”
His…terms?
“You’re—you’re not a Familiar, are you?” Ajax said, as brave as he could manage.
The man—was he a man?—laughed. “A Familiar? Is that what you were trying to summon? Oh, my darling, I hope this was not homework. You’ve made a mistake in your runes, that much is certain.”
Ajax watched as he looked down at his lines in the sand. “Oh, very nice runic script. A natural, for sure. But, here, the way you’ve connected them. You’ve created a pentagram.”
A pentagram. A…pentagram?
“Demon!” he shouted, scrambling up onto his feet again.
The demon smiled. “Ah, yes. Guilty as charged. You may call me Morax.”
Ajax scoffed. “I won’t call you anything, demon. And I won’t release you, so return to hell where you belong.”
“Oh, that’s too bad,” Morax said. “That was quite the rousing speech you gave when you summoned me. I was willing to help you, for a price.”
“Not a chance.”
“Water is dangerous, you know. The problem is that it’s almost too dangerous, so the people up in those lofty towers keep the knowledge far from those who could benefit from it. I really could help you,” Morax said, and his voice was so smooth, so convincing, so—
Ajax bit his own tongue. “Yeah, yeah. For my soul. No way.”
Morax scoffed. “There is more than one way to make a deal with a demon. Especially one of such status as I. We don’t need to jump straight to your soul. I could start with your body.”
“M-my body?” Ajax sputtered.
“Oh, yes. It has been centuries since I have enjoyed carnal pleasure with a mortal. We may start there. An amuse-bouche, if you will.” The demon smiled, and Ajax saw the peek of sharp fangs again.
“So, you’ll help me become more powerful, if I let you f-fuck me?”
The demon shrugged. “The positions are negotiable. But yes. What is your name?”
“Ajax,” he whispered into the night.
“I, the high demon Morax, will teach you, the wizard Ajax, the forbidden uses of Water magic. In return, you will submit yourself to me and allow me the use of your body,” Morax said, and when he spoke, the pentagram began to glow once more. “Do we have a deal?”
Oh, seven hells. Was he considering this? Why was he considering this?
It’s just sex, one part of his mind said.
But you’re a fucking virgin! said another.
“We have a deal!” Ajax blurted out, before he could change his mind.
“Now, now,” Morax said, smiling. “The only way to seal the deal is with a kiss.”
His body moved without thinking, moving him closer, closer—until he had to tilt his chin up to meet Morax’s eyes. Closer, closer, until Ajax’s lips pressed against soft, smooth lips, which kissed him back. His inexperience made him gasp, and the demon took advantage, plunging his tongue inside and exploring Ajax’s mouth. When they finally parted, the pentagram had stopped glowing, now just lines in the sand.
He had released Morax. And made a deal with a demon.
“Now then,” Morax said, eyes roaming up and down his body. “Let’s begin.”
And, with one quick shove, Ajax was pushed down onto the sand. Morax, kneeling, until he was in between his splayed legs.
“I wonder,” he mused, while pulling Ajax’s t-shirt over his head. “Was that your first kiss?”
“Y-yes,” Ajax said, shivering at the cold air on his chest. Was there really any point in lying?
“So then I am correct in my assumption that you are a virgin?”
“I—” he sputtered, as pointed nails raked gently down his chest.
The demon laughed. “Oh, how delicious. Offering me your innocence, that sweetens the deal.”
He leaned down for a second, almost chaste kiss. Ajax’s heart beat wildly in his chest as Morax kissed him like a lover would. He sighed, opening his mouth, in awe of how easy it was to yield to the demon.
When they parted, Morax’s golden eyes were focused on his mouth. Before Ajax could think, sharp fangs were sinking into the plush skin of his bottom lip.
He made a loud sound as pain surged through him, and he tasted the copper tang of blood in his mouth, warm lines of it running down his chin. A tongue, long and sinuous, trailed up one red line of it, before the demon was smiling down at him once more.
“That hurt,” Ajax huffed, as his own tongue flicked out to collect some of the blood.
Morax hummed, almost as if he was savoring the taste. “And yet, a part of you enjoyed it. Isn’t that right, darling?”
One pitch dark hand slid in between them, palming over the bulge in his jeans. He keened, bucking his hips forward.
“You’ve given your body to me, little wizard. It’s only fair that I should be allowed to mark you as mine.”
His other hand trailed down as well, and then they were shoving his pants and boxers down, until his hard cock was exposed to the night. Tacky precum had already gathered at his head, now dripping onto his abdomen.
“Cute,” Morax said. He moved his whole body down, until his face was between Ajax’s spread thighs.
He pressed a kiss to the inside of one, before biting down again.
Ajax groaned, but again Morax soothed it in kisses, trailing upwards until he reached his untouched hole.
There was no way he was going to—
“Fuck,” he cried out again as that sinuous tongue licked over his hole. Again and again, insistent. Wet and harsh pressure against the taut muscle until it yielded to him, and he was able to slide his tongue inside.
Ajax didn’t know what to do—torn between running away and pulling him closer, his body decided for him as his legs locked around the demon’s strong shoulders.
Morax hummed, sending a shock up his spine as he continued to press his tongue inside. Over and over again, he licked and sucked at his hole until it was sloppy and soaked, pulling back to trace his sensitive rim, making him shiver and squirm.
Ajax’s thighs trembled, his cock twitched and leaked, untouched. He was so close, he was—
Morax stopped just before he could come.
“Dammit,” Ajax groaned, before a hand curled around his throat and pressed hard.
“Your body is mine, little wizard. I’ll tell you when you can come. I’ll tell you when you can breathe. Understand?”
His golden, serpentine eyes glowed softly in the moonlight, and Ajax was almost transfixed by their beauty. He nodded, and the demon relented, releasing his throat.
“Now, sweet Ajax. Do you want my cock?” Morax asked, even if he knew the answer.
Ajax nodded rapidly.
The demon grinned. “Ask nicely.”
Ajax glared, but he was too far gone not to comply. “M-may I please have your cock?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
And pain shot through his body as claws dug into his thighs, pulling them up and out, leaving him spread open. An unexpectedly high pitch was drawn out of Ajax as he felt the bulbous tip of Morax’s cock press against his wet hole. Gods, there was no way it would actually fit insi—
One forceful thrust was all it took for Morax to be buried to the root. Ajax knew he must have screamed since his throat was raw, but he barely heard anything at all. His ears rang, his vision was blurry, tears springing to his eyes. Blood in his mouth again as he bit open his lip once more—
It hurt. Fuck, it hurt. But his chest was painted white with his own spend, his chest heaving. Had he come from the pain? The pleasure? He didn’t know.
Ajax came to his senses eventually, his insides still twitching and convulsing around the huge cock still hard and pressed deep inside of him.
“You disobeyed me, Ajax. But what a spectacular sight it was,” the demon cooed. “I know you wish to be a powerful wizard, but if all fails, you should consider the world’s oldest profession.”
And he wanted to respond, to tell this monster and his monster cock to fuck off, but all that left Ajax’s lips were whimpers. All he could think of was Morax—inside him, on top of him, everywhere. His golden eyes seemed to glow in the moonlight, and he couldn’t look away, even as the demon pulled his cock nearly all the way out, only to slam back inside.
“Look at how well you take me,” Morax sighed, as he began to grind his hips in a slow circle. Stars bloomed behind his eyes, but Ajax blinked them away until he could see the bulge of him beneath his skin, the way he moved inside of him. It almost made him feel sick, but his body was already relaxed and loose from orgasm, and every grind of his hips was a press against his sensitive prostate.
He cried out, and lips found his bloodied ones for a filthy kiss, tangy with the taste of iron.
“There is powerful magic in your blood. Delicious,” the demon sighed, when they parted. “Forgive me this indulgence.”
His head was foggy, and the words floated around his head without much meaning—until the sharp, painful prick of fangs sinking deep into his neck brought Ajax back to reality. The pain was accompanied by another harsh thrust, except this time, Morax didn’t stop. He established a punishing rhythm inside him as his skillful tongue lapped up the blood that now dripped from his throat.
He shouldn’t like this. Gods, Morax was hurting him, drinking his blood—and yet, his own cock was stirring again, his body simmering, pleasure mixing in with the pain.
“Yes, perfect, so perfect for me.” And Ajax trembled and shook from the praise. It was too much—he was too much. Pain and pleasure, praise and humiliation. He had a mouth that kissed so sweetly, and then bit down hard. Hands that caressed every inch of his skin before sharp nails dug in.
Gods, he was going to come all over again. Morax’s cock seemed to only grow inside of him, and every press inside made blue eyes roll backwards. He shook and thrashed under him, cock twitching against his stomach.
“That’s right, sweet Ajax. Come for me. Be mine.” His golden eyes darkened, and the tips of jet black horns seemed to emerge from the top of his head. Ajax watched him through hazy eyes as one of his hands descended to rest at his chest, right on top of his heart.
He was sure the demon could feel it beating wildly. Ajax moaned out as Morax’s cock continued to ram against his most sensitive spots, but his moan turned into a pain-filled gasp as he felt a sharp nail dig into his chest.
“Wha—“ he tried to speak, but Morax paid no mind, fucking into him as he pushed his claw deeper into the skin and blood pooled to the surface of his chest. Ajax tried to kick and fight, but Morax only held him down as he dragged his clawed finger through his skin like it was a carving knife. He made some sort of shape—through the pooling blood, Ajax was finally able to make it out:
An “M” for Morax. He had carved his own initial over his heart. Morax grinned, grinding inside of him still, before lapping up the blood on his chest.
And the sight of him—this monster, this demon—smiling, mouth and hands painted red with his blood, was the nail in his coffin.
Ajax’s poor, untouched cock shot off again, this time only a few pathetic dribbles of cum coating his tacky stomach. But, oh gods, his insides constricted around Morax’s cock over and over, and it seemed to go on forever.
Tears were streaming down his ruddy cheeks from the force of his orgasm, and his vision was blurry, head spinning, chest heaving. Morax continued to fuck into his hole until the vice grip was too much for him, and then he was shoving that length in all the way, and Ajax shivered and moaned as he felt the flood of Morax’s seed inside.
The demon stroked sweaty ginger locks as Ajax came down from his high. It was almost too intimate, even worse than fucking him. His clawed fingers were careful as they wiped the tears from his cheeks, and his bloody mouth pressed kisses to the corners of his lips.
His cock was starting to flag inside of him, but Morax stayed in his position on top of him until Ajax gained back his awareness.
“That was, uh, that—“ Ajax tried and failed to come up with the words to describe it.
“Marvelous. You’re marvelous, Ajax.” Morax said. “This arrangement is going to work out just fine.”