You are on your knees before the demon. You want to stand up and resist for a moment, but your cock is so hard. Your mind is so tainted. All you can think of is that delicious kitsune body before you.
"You are too weak. I wanted to have more fun with you before your submission. Still, beggars can't be choosers."
You don’t know what that means. And you don’t want to think about it. The presence of that beautiful body is filling all the corners of your mind.
"Do you want some of this?" the demon invites you to enjoy her body when she finds your eyes locked on it. You swallow hard and hold your breath at the invitation.
"Strip yourself and surrender to me. I will please you up to your very own soul. In return, I will make you mine and we will mark your permanent submission as my pet with a lovely spell of mine…"
You have found this demon so gorgeous. So alluring, you can’t help but nod. You stand up to remove your trench coat and your combat vest along with your regular clothes. Once you stand bare, the demon praises your submission.
"Such a perfect pet. Doing things my way."
The Fox stands before you and tilts her muzzle to the side to lock your muzzle in a deep kiss with her own. The touch of her body and the depths of her kisses finishes draining you of any trace of resistance you might have had swimming at the back of your head. She wraps her arms around your body and rubs her breasts across your chest. You release a muffled sound of pleasure in the kiss before she pulls back. Her blue eyes lock onto your own eyes.
Her eyes are impossible to resist. You have lost to her. You are ready to give up and become her pet just to feel the love you have for the touch of this demon. That's all your clouded mind demands.
She pulls her arm free and begins to trace fancy lights off to the side, still holding you close and tight. She places her hand against the back of your head, and you feel a strong rush of arcana that pulses through your mind, swamping all thoughts away.
You know you should be resisting this, but the spell overloads your senses as it concentrates around your head. You lick your muzzle and leave it hanging open, much like that of a dog. The Fox releases a chuckle which reflects her satisfaction with the outcome.
"My part of the ritual is done. As soon as you beg to forever be my adorable loyal pet, you will spend the rest of your days under my foot..."
The rest of your days under her? That… sounds bad… but you want her, you want to serve, you want to be her pet!
You get. You keep begging, desperately begging for her to take you as her pet, to be her ever loyal pet for the rest of your life.
When she places that hand, glowing with demonic light, onto your head, you are gone.