Trejan

It was a calm, starry night. You’d just finished setting up your room for the summoning rite, table and chairs moved aside, necessary pagan sects opened to the appropriate pages, and all the required material ready in waiting in their various jars and bowls. You’d found a small cabin to rent just outside the city where no one would disturb you, or wonder what you were up to. Just a camping trip, was what you told them. Of course, that wasn’t the plan at all. You’d seen and heard too much about just how easy it could be to spawn imp incubi and succubi all on your own, no licensed summoner required! Of course, summoning without a license was illegal, but you decided the risk was worth it to spend some quality time with a cute, twink imp boy.

Now, at last, you were ready to begin. To conjure an imp, nothing that special was required, at least according to the page you were on.. You were pretty sure you got it right, after all surely imps weren’t THAT picky.*

Finally, you lit your candles, removed everything but your boxers for conveniences’ sake, and began the rite. All that was left was the mantra, repeated a few times in latin until something answered. Eventually, the circle began to glow, the red chalk used to make it out beginning to radiate and flutter, becoming a heatless hellfire, the clear symbol that it was working. You moved back, holding your breath, wondering what the imp you summoned would look like. You had hoped he’d be one of those cute fox-faced ones, with the big thighs, wide hips, and soft fur, but as the light in the circle grew, and a black mist rose up, you realized right away that it seemed a bit… big.

It was only after the mist cleared did you realize that something had gone wrong. Standing before you was NOT a shortstack imp incubus, but a large, intimidating looking hellhound. He was easily the size of a wolf, and resembled one a fair bit too, minus the german shepherd-esque fur pattern mixed with the telltale red splashes of a hellfiend. Two small horns protruded from his head above a pair of ember yellow eyes. You could feel the warmth radiating from him as he looked around, one eyebrow raised, clearly confused. He spoke something to you in what sounded like Greek… but somehow older, though once he realized you didn’t understand, he switched to English.

“Summoning me without permission is a bold fucking move. This better be important.” He declared in a deep, smoky voice. You felt a tremble run down your body as you met his clearly unimpressed eyes. You gaze shifted to his sharp fangs and dangerous claws, stories of novice summoners who’d gone missing or worse filling your head. The very real danger of this situation hit you like a freight train, but you couldn’t bring yourself to break the circle, you were paralyzed with fear. Unfortunately, you did subconsciously flick your eyes to the cessation knife, the tool used to break the connection between worlds in an emergency, and the wolf followed your gaze to it… then to the rest of the room again.

“Waaaaaaait… you’re a novice aren’t you?” *He suddenly realized, before moving up nice and dangerously close, sniffing at your neck. A wide, amused smile formed on his muzzle. “Noooo, even better. You’re not even a proper summoner at all, are you?” You weren’t sure what to do, and could only manage to shake your head, hoping the wolf wouldn’t decide to rip your throat out then and there. The wolf laughed lightly.

“Oh, this is precious.~” He rumbled, his expression turning to one of amusement and… almost hunger towards you, or something close to it. Finally, you broke out of your paralysis of fear and began moving for the knife, but the hellhound was far quicker, and stronger. In a flash he had you pinned on your back with a powerful paw pressed firmly into your bare chest, the other resting on top of the dagger.

“Ah-ah-ah.~ You dragged me out of my home to be here, you aren’t getting off the hook that easily.” He warned, though even then there was only a hint of a threat in his voice. He seemed concerningly… happy. Like this had just made his day. The wolf kicked the knife away, letting it slide under the bed and far, far out of your reach, before removing his paw from your chest.

“Go on, get up. Stay right there though, if you know what’s good for you.” The wolf declared. You scurried back up to a sitting position, your eyes tracking the wolf nervously as he began pacing a circle around the room, trying to gauge his intentions. He was… impressive. He looked surprisingly cozy with all that thick, soft, warm fur of his, and there was an elegance to him you wouldn’t have expected.

“So, what exactly WERE you trying to get up to in here?” The fiend asked, moving some books around with a paw, looking over the pages, alongside some papers you’d left scattered about. You got the sneaking suspicion that lying to him would only make things way worse, so you were honest with him. He looked up at you incredulously, chuckling again.

“Awww, that’s adorable! The cute mortal wanted some TLC from an imp~” He chimes, moving back around near your bed. “Well, can’t say I blame you. They are pretty damn cute~ Now, let’s see where you fucked up.”

The wolf approached you again, this time focusing his attention on the circle you made. You felt your embarrassment rise as his expression became more and more amused the more he looked over your work, clearly not impressed.

“Well, first off, you wrote the outer text in the wrong dialect. This is the Greek runic system, not the Latin one. Secondly, your catalyst is not of the all-use variety, that Jar is tied exclusively to Hades, so if you were trying to get a Abrahamic imp, you were way off course. Explains how you got me, anyway.” He notes casually, pointing out the flaws with a casual tone that put you off guard.You felt a hot wash of shame, but did manage to ask the hound who he was exactly.

“Me? I’m Trejan, alpha hellhound of Persephone, Queen of Hades. You’re allowed to feel at least a little pride, summoning a fiend as powerful as me, even by accident, is quite a feat.” He introduced himself while giving you a hint of praise. Not just a hellhound, but an alpha hellhound… you’d really gone and fucked up. But thankfully, he did seem amicable, and for a moment you felt like he might just let you off the-

“That said…” He suddenly piped up. “...You did drag me out here out of nowhere, which is quite rude to say the very least. That kind of ‘disrespect’ demands punishment, and in normal cases, quite severe punishment.” He warns, a sharp, impish look in his eyes. You shrunk away from him a bit, feeling your heart begin to race in your chest again as you ask just what he intended to do with you. Sensing your fear, the wolf seemed almost… offended?

“...What? You think I’m gonna eat you or something? Please, you wound me! Greek hellhounds have CLASS, you know.~” He insisted, pointing to himself with a front paw as he sat on his haunches, before looking you up and down yet again. You suddenly felt his eyes reaaalllly taking in every inch of your body, making you seriously regret everything you'd done until this point.

“Mmm, in fact, I’d never dare harm such a cute thing like yourself.~ It would be a terrible waste, and more than that, my mistress would kill me.” He notes, before getting up and moving closer… much closer. He properly invaded your personal space, so close you could smell his natural, rather unique scent. Cedarwood smoke… huh. It smelled nice.

“You were hoping to get laid tonight, correct? Well, I may not be the curvy imp you were expecting, but I do have a similarly… intense sex drive.” He murrs, moving in to kiss your nape, then drag his hot, thick tongue up your neck slowly and sensually, sending further tremors down your body. You could feel the blood rushing to your crotch as his hot breath wafted over your most vital area. At any moment he could close his jaws around it and end you, just like that, but instead he merely gave your nape a gentle, playful little love bite. You gasped, but managed to barely speak, asking if he’d let you go in exchange for… that. Trejan backed away just enough to look you directly in the eyes, his muzzle hovering inches from your face.

“Maybe, but right now you don’t really have much of a choice. In case you haven’t noticed, you’re alone and helpless with no one around to save you. So, why don’t you stop asking silly *, and serve me.~” He orders, a hint of taunting playfulness hiding in those strict, demanding words. He was right, you’d made your own bed, and now it was time to sleep in it. You gave a nervous, flustered nod, and the hellhound smiled happily. “Good boy. Behave yourself, and I won’t harm a hair on your head. Now… let’s see how you taste.~” He growled, giving you just long enough to worry about what that meant, before pressing his muzzle to your mouth, and forcing his tongue inside. Right away, it was clear Trejan was a fucking fantastic kisser… and a very dominant one at that. His mouth was pressed firm to yours, tongue playing, bullying, and teasing inside your mouth, teasing your throat and warming it thoroughly. You had no choice but to go along for the ride, exploring his mouth and tongue whenever he permitted it, his hot murrs mixing with your own soft, surprised noises. Right as you started feeling light-headed, he pulled away, grinning ear to ear.

“Mmmmnnn, not bad. Not bad at all mortal.~” He chimed, licking his chops. You were, understandably, a bit too flustered to give a proper response, but the look on your face was more than enough to satisfy the canine. He chuckled softly and moved in to drag his tongue sloooowly up your nape, sending more shockwaves down your entire body as the huge canine got so close and personal. Was he doing this on purpose just to get your heart racing? If he was, it was working a treat.