The dremora looked on the young boy with disdain. He looked to be no more than seventeen or eighteen, on the cusp of manhood.
"You? You have summoned me?"
"Mother says I'm good with spells. Someday I'm gonna be a wizard. Maybe even archmage!"
"And what would your mother know of magic, boy?"
"She's a wizard! She's an enchanter at the Arcane University."
"Ah. Another dabbler in the mystic arts. I'm certain she is barely mediocre."
"You shut up! I read the scroll. I get to tell you what to do."
The dremora was silent. Compulsion bound his voice.
"I want to know how to make a magic dress. I need it for her birthday."
The dremora's answer was more silence.
"You have to tell me. It's in the rules."
Freed from the previous compulsion, the dremora answered, "First, you need to remove your shirt."
"Why?"
"If you want to know how to enchant a dress then you must do what I say."
The young man removed his shirt. "There now what?"
Without saying a word the dremora armor disappeared leaving his entire body nude.
The young man became disturbed and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Helping you with your enchanting," the dremora said, "now shake my hand."
The young stuck his hand out to the dremora and shakes his hand.
"Your mother obviously never told you never to accept a freely given gift from a summoned dremora," he said to the boy. "You see, it breaks the conjuration, freeing the summoned from the summoner."
The boy became frightful and backed away from his summoned.
"What are you going to do?"
Without warning the dremora let lose a fireball that only burned the rest of the youths clothes.
With a smile the dremora said, "I am going to fuck your asshole until it becomes big
enough to hold a sword."
The youth tried to run away from the dremora, but he tackled the youth to the ground. He took hold of the boy's legs spread them out and without warning shoved his penis into the boy's asshole.
The boy gave a squeal and tries to run away but the dremora had a good hold of the boy. He begin to break out in tears as he felt the dremora fuck his ass with his dremora's penis. It was so painful that it hurt worst then his mother's cooking.
The dremora on the other hand was enjoying himself, having his way with the boy was the best thing that could ever happen to him. The boy was definitely a virgin as the ass walls felt tight as he thrust into his former master.
The dremora flipped the boy onto his back and said, "Let me see that face."
As he was expecting the boy was crying from the humiliation and pain he is enduring from the rape. This turns the dremora on that he wishes that his lords could take a part in this and enjoy it as well.
"Oh yes! The pleasure! Soon!"
And with a roar the dremora came into the hole of the young boy. The pleasure left the dremora exhausted, but he still has energy to carry the boy on his shoulder.
"Please," the boy whined, "I just wanted to give my mother a dress."
With a flick of his fingers the dremora materializes a beautiful dress and lays it on a nearby chair.
"There now she has a present. Now, you are mine!"
"But that was-"
"Enjoyable! Don't deny it you came the same time I did."
Dripping out between the boy's leg was his human cum.
"Where are you taking me?"
"Home."
"But I am already home."
"My home, where The Lord of destruction resides."
"Please I have a family."
"And they will sure miss you."
And with a black ball of magic the pair disappeared into the plains of Oblivion. There the boy will be the dremora's whore.
