THE BOY HEROES FROM THE LAND OF ERIK (A Series of Epics)

Epic no. 3 -

 

Prisoner

 

By DamiJon

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Authors note: The following story takes place before Aizen and Holt arrive to Harath. Unlike the others, it features no battles. This story is a tragic romance, which I think some of you might not care for. However, I appreciate anyone that does read and does like it. Emails are appreciated. This is the third of five stories in the series. I'm going to post the first three chapters now, and then the last three after, in order to speed up the process of posting the series. The next series after this one is much...much longer.

 

Chapter One.

Thirteen-year-old Drew has been living in a prison cell for three weeks, somewhat dirty, with little sunlight. He spends most of his time exercising and reciting prayers. Being that he's a demon, who can cast fire, his room is fireproof, thanks to the art of mages that helped design it. He stands at five foot six, a broad built body, very light brown hair that's kept short, an almost white feline tail, and two horns that protrude out of his head that are about four inches long. He wears a dirty black tunic with torn up baggy pants.

Drew has committed four acts of murder, one through the act of robbery, the other three through killing those who had taunted him outside a pub. He was accepted into the hybrid kingdom of Harath, an ancient land with many species, but was unable to cooperate. He's been sentenced to public execution, which is meant to happen within four days. He has made one attempt to escape but failed.

Aldan sighs as he comes on duty. Being a jailer and guard is steady work, but it does not agree with him. He needs the coin and stability for his family. His wife is expecting their fifth child, and this is the best work in the city. But he detests the grim surroundings and most of the inmates. Drunken scum and thieve, most of them. Aldan listens to his instructions, same today and yesterday and the day before that and the day before that. His watch commander takes his station at the desk, propping his fat feet up and pulling a blanket over his legs. The other members of his watch, three other veterans of the Caldic Wars as Aldan is, throw dice. Aldan grabs the keys to the cells and a silvered sword. He opens the door to the block and enters. Passing the cells of robbers and rapists, he checks their doors out of routine. Until he arrives at the furthest door, he peers through the bars. Drew, half or whole demon, he hasn't said. He sits reading. He tried to escape once and was tortured for it. Aldan remembers his cries of pain and shudders. He taps his wedding band against the bars of cold-iron. "What are you reading today, Drew? The missus sent some cakes for you. Well, for the guards and me. But I have a pair for you if you like apples." He's just a kid. Maybe a demon, maybe a murderer, but he's so young.

Drew props his head up. "It's entitled, The Gate of Orion, very complicated stuff, but I don't think it is any use for me now. I am not interested in cakes. Thank you, but no thanks." Hides in his book again, forcing himself to read through lines

Aldan is disappointed. He's tried striking up conversations with Drew every day. And every day, he comes away frustrated. Something about the demon-boy draws him. Maybe it's magical. "I see. If I enter, will you behave?"

"Depends. Will you give me your keys and sword?" Laughs. "I'm kidding."

"I've never had a prisoner I'd like to escape more. But you know it works. If I let you escape, my life and my family's lives are forfeit." He unlocks the door and enters, securing the cell door behind him. "How many days left?"

Counts his fingers. "Four. Okay. I'm hungry. I must say, I'm surprised that my room is kept so clean. Toiletry, bath. Well, it'd be nice to have clean water for more than a week."

Aldan fishes out the pair of fist sizes cakes, handing them over to Drew. "The warden likes our prisoners to be treated well before... Well, before the end. No visitors? Still no family, no friends? Not a woman love to say goodbye or plead for mercy?"

Drew places the cakes in the middle of his bed, taking small bits off to eat as he speaks. "My father has disowned me. No current lovers, at least. There was one, but then there was another during the same time, and that caused issues. So no."

"At least you knew love. Some good memories for you." Aldan looks over Drew. Something about him. Something stood out about this boy in a city of breeds and hybrids and a dozen different races. Aldan had puzzled over it for weeks, since his first days as a prisoner. It was almost a hunger, a yearning for something closer. "Your lovers were your kind?"

"Yes."

"Male? Female?"

"Male. Is that a problem, family man?"

"No. Before I married, I had my share of encounters. A sylph from the Dreary Woods. Her guardian satyr. That was quite a three-some. A lesser man would have perished, I think. A female troll, highland troll, not the fugly river trolls. She was a witch. There have been others. Beggar boys and lost women." Aldan pauses. "But never a demon."

Drew smiles shyly. "Ah-ha. So you fancy a certain demon?"

Aldan shakes his head, overdramatizing his dilemma for effect. "I can't think of little else. He haunts my dreams and my waking moments. When I'm with my wife, I think of him. He haunts me every moment. Alas, I know not how to approach such an interest. Do I take what I want from him? Or give him the chance to give it freely?" Aldan stops and is suddenly serious. "The time for him and I grow short, and I would see his days filled with more than books and waiting for doom."

Drew freezes, confused at first, then slowly beginning to understand. His brows lower as he starts to feel some emotion for the guard, but then he questions. `Is this just his lust? Maybe I can take advantage of it to escape. Take his keys and disarm him. What do I want, though?' "I take it that you aren't going to be there when it happens?"

"I will have to be. I will have to escort him for the final walk." He looks down and turns away from Drew. "I will curse myself a coward with every step for not doing... something."

"I see." He looks genuinely sad now. He takes more bites before placing the rest on his dresser. "They say it will be painless. I'm afraid it won't be done right. And with being disowned, I have nobody to pay for my burial."

He moves next to Drew and places a hand upon his shoulder, squeezing softly. "I will see to it that the job is done right. And that you have a resting place of peace and beauty. Somewhere I can take my children and grandchildren and tell them that the law and justice are two different things. I lost my soul serving the law. Heartbreak was my justice."

Without thinking, his hand reaches for the keys on his waist. He pulls his hand away and places one hand on Alden's leg. "Thank you... I... I... Don't know what to say. Nor do I understand. The men I slew were fathers like you. Shouldn't you hate me?"

"Perhaps, I should. Perhaps they deserved it. Being a father doesn't make a man a man or a good man. You're paying the highest price for what you did. What good would my hate be for the world?" He looks at Drew and seems to lose his breath. He steps closer to the demon boy, almost touching him. "But my friendship may ease the wait and give comfort. My . . .love . . .maybe you'll forget for an hour or two where we are who we are and just lose yourself with me."

His hand feels for Alden's, their fingers strung together. "Only an hour?"

Aldan grasps Drew's hand tightly. "More if you can take it."

"I would like that. Maybe you can pick up the night shifts. Rest with me."

"I can arrange that easily enough. Though with so little time, why waste it resting?"

Drew leans in, their eyes staring at each other for a bit, and then he finally makes contact. "Is that okay?"

"Yes." He lowers his head to kiss Drew, stopping just short, waiting to see what the boy will do.

Drew leans into his chest and kisses him deeper, tongue and all, and feels up Aldan's shirt.

Aldan kisses back, desperate and hard. He runs his hands over Drew's chest and back. "You don't have to worry about your fire hurting me. My great-grandfather was half-troll, and somehow his blood flows in me." Fire and wounds are no great concern. He tugs at Drew's shirt.

Drew lifts up Aldan's shirt. "Woah... Beautiful battle scars." He feels at his chest and stomach, kissing along every hair as he inhales his guard's scent. "Such a strong smell. Pure masculinity. What will your wife think?"

"You like my scars?" Aldan lifts his right arm, showing a long, jagged scar running the length of his ribcage to his armpit. "A drake did that. Thirty of us hunted it after it destroyed a village. Fifteen families, it killed and devoured. Thirty of us tracked and battled it. Less than half came back alive, and some of those just barely alive." He smiles. "My wife is with child. She'll be glad of the break. I've got my ancestor's healing blood, but also his hunger for sex. And more."

Drew looks down at Aldan's crotch. "So you would like to have sex with me?" He studies the long scar in awe. "I'd like to give you a scar at some point."

"I'd insist on it. I could tell my grandchildren; this is where Drew, my demon-boy lover, scarred me so that I'd remember him. And I could show it to your father before I kill him." His intensity fades after that last remark, his eyes going from hardness to kindness. "Sex, yes. Every day, every hour while there's still time. If you can handle it, that is."

"Do not end him. He is a spiritual man that means no harm. I, however, have gone against the teachings." He pulls off his shirt and rests his arms under his head on the pillow, showing his armpits to him, which have no hair. There are only slight slivers of hair on his legs and somewhere else. "Please, touch me. Wherever. Do as you please."

Aldan kisses Drew's chest, then moves to his armpits, where he kisses and licks passionately. One hand slides slowly over Drew's stomach, down to caress and massage his crotch through his pants. "Are you sure? You don't know what you're asking. You see me as merely human, but there's more than you can imagine."

His tail fidgets. "Do I? When you fuck me, I want to feel your power and strength. And then afterward, maybe tomorrow, I will fuck you."

Aldan looks up from Drew's armpit. He kisses Drew, roughly running his tongue along Drew's teeth, open a cut. "Why wait? I will hold nothing back, Drew. I know your people are strong and tough. Where I would break a mere mortal, I hope to make a demon-boy scream my name in lust."

Drew grins sinisterly. "We will see about that, won't we?" He feels at Aldan's cock, squeezing it as he smiles into his eyes.

Aldan moans. His cock is hard and large. It fills Drew's hand, hot and throbbing even through his pants. He stares back into Drew's eyes and strokes Drew's cheek with the back of his fingers. He runs his fingers tenderly over Drew's lips and eyebrows, his ears. "Why are you so beautiful to me? Is it magic?"

"Could be. There is some locked inside." He kisses the fingers that trace him.

"If it is, I don't mind." Standing, he strips off his tunic and shirt, boots, stockings, pants, and undergarments. He stands, letting Drew inspect him. Aldan has the body of a warrior who has survived wars and battles. He's got a bit of the middle-aged belly, but the remains of a statuesque physique are still clearly hinted at. Short, dark hair covers his chest and abdomen. His pubes are thick and likewise dark, though trimmed somewhat. His legs are robust, with dark hair lightly covering his lower legs. Scars cover both arms, nicks long healed dot his torso. "A warrior's body tells his story. . .My first trainer told me that on our first day."

"And yours is a magnificent one." Drew pulls off his baggy pants and reveals himself in a tight fundoshi. "Come here..."

Smiling, Aldan moves towards his new lover and lays down beside him. He caresses his face. "If there's something you want, tell me. If there's something I should avoid, tell me. I'll warn you..." He looks down, almost embarrassed. "I am ticklish."

Drew tickles at his chest. "At some point, I'd like to know about each scar." He kisses Aldan softly as he slowly masturbates his large cock. "Don't pull my horns or my tail. That's all I warn."

Laughing, Aldan reaches up, kissing the right horn. "I would never. I find your horns arousing." He reaches down, massaging Drew's member through his fundoshi. His own cock is hard, easily measuring nine inches, nearly as thick as Drew's wrist. Veins run across and along the shaft; the head is more like the huge cap of some lustful mushroom. His balls are sized to match, hairy and large, and his cock is cut.

Drew unties his fundoshi, revealing his hard and curved six-inch cut cock. His pubes and balls are both unshaven. "What will you use to put that inside of me?" He moves down so the cock is in front of his face. Holding it by the shaft with one hand, he kisses the tip three times and sucks on the sack as he strokes slowly. "I love the smell of your sack, your cock, your ass, your everything."

Aldan practically purrs at Drew's touch. He rearranges himself to face Drew's cock, quickly kisses, and flicks his tongue over the demon boy's dick and balls, teasing with this lips and tongue. "You smell good to me. I can't describe it exactly. Like spring? Or a cool wind in summer... it's more than just a smell - it's a sensation... I brought nothing with me to use. When the time comes, I'll have to get out and find something... Do you have a suggestion?" Finally, he takes Drew's head into his mouth, swirling and sucking with great confidence and skill.

"Come back tomorrow with something to use. I will not go dry." He takes the entire cock into his mouth straight to the pubis and sucks back as if it's a mammoth lollipop. His mouth makes a loud popping sound, and he lets go, drooling all over the cock and returning to suck it, this time only going down halfway on the cock. He has no gag reflex, so he knows that he can drive Aldan crazy with that later on.

"By the heavens... that's incredible." Aldan shivers. He rolls onto his back, pulling Drew on top of him. He allows Drew's dick to slide deeply into his mouth, savoring his scent as his balls rest on his nose. One hand runs over Drew's back, the other squeezes his butt, teasing his crack. After a moment, he runs both hands, fingernails lightly scratching Drew's skin, up and down his sides. He spreads his legs, inviting Drew to do as he will.

Drew lets him out of his mouth. "Ahhh. I can't wait to have you inside of me." His cock drools with pre-cum as he takes Aldan back into his mouth, working one hand one large sack, almost juggling the balls around. The scent drives him mad. He strokes the bottom part of the cock as he uses his tongue more aggressively on the head while he sucks. His cock pulses a few times in his lover's mouth, causing his tail to slap and tickle Aldan accidentally. He tries to control it, but the tail has a mind of its own.

Aldan strokes the base of Drew's tail, pausing in his sucking, to ask, "Do you sexually use your tail? Can you control it so? I almost want to kiss it...Once we spill seed, I'll fetch your evening meal and something to make...other activities possible." He returns to sucking Drew, concentrating on his balls. As he sucks and licks, his range expands until he is licking and sucking all over and around Drew's cock, balls, and hole. "I love your taste."

"And I love yours." He licks the underside of the shaft and head and smiles back at him. "Petting my tail during sex makes me cum faster. I do know that. As I am feeling now." He takes the entire cock into his mouth and deepthroats quickly, his fingers going towards Aldan's hole and caressing it.

Aldan gasps, trembling for a moment. "That is amazing, Drew. No one's been able to do that so easily, so quickly." He cranes his neck and licks the base of Drew's tail, squeezing and stroking the base with one hand as he strokes and squeezes Drew's cock. "Finger me, my demon love..."

He strokes Aldan's gigantic cock as he sucks his finger, then pushing it deeply into the warm man's hole. Slowly, he turns it and smiles. He leans in and softly bites Aldan's right thigh, which is enough to sink in and cause bleeding. He sucks up the blood, drooling it onto the cock. "I'll cum soon. Be ready!" He uses his favorite technique as he sucks on Aldan's cock, blood in his mouth swirling around as his tongue draws zigzag lines and his mouth tightens.

Grunting, Aldan takes Drew deep into his mouth, letting his head rest against the back of his throat, and he sucks hard and uses his tongue. He continues strokes and fondling the tail, finding it fascinating and alluring. At the same time, he fingers Drew's crack and gently massages his hole with a thumb. He waits for the demon boy to cum, eager, and excited to taste his cum and drink his seed. His own balls are tight as his own orgasm approaches, presaged by the ready flow of his own cum. He speaks, his words muffled around Drew's cock. "Bite me again...please."

He takes the cock out of his mouth, biting hard in the same spot, almost wanting to take a bit and leave a horribly violent scar, but decides to only penetrate through the muscle. Blood spills down the sheets, quickly at first, then slowly. Drew moans loudly enough for the prisoners on the other side of the walls to hear. His dick shoots twelve loads into the back of Aldan's mouth, the rest dribbling into his mouth, enough to completely fill it with his cum. It tastes warm and spicy, thick, creamy, and mature, but also somewhat fruity and tang. "Huh. Fuck. That was amazing. I've never come like that before." He takes some of the blood from the wound and offers it to Aldan. "This is how you taste."

Aldan opens his mouth, pulling Drew to him. He closes his eyes as they kiss. His blood is rich and metallic and mixes with Drew's cum to create an entirely new taste...He kisses Drew hard, pushing the blood, cum, and spit back and forth between their mouths. Finally, he swallows, leaving some for Drew, and pushes Drew towards his cock. "Make me cum, Drew...Make me cum now." He peppers Drew's legs and thighs, even his tail with kisses.

Drew licks his lips clean, using the blood as if it were blood as he sucks the cock. He strokes it, stops once he feels it getting close, stroking the sack and testicles, then repeats several times. Eventually, he returns to deepthroating, this time slower to show his skill, bringing his head back up before going back down. The cock continues to pulse in his mouth as he feels the wave of sexual energy overtake him.

Aldan groans loudly, burying his face against Drew's crotch as he cries out. The first jet of cum almost builds in his cock, Drew almost able to feel the load working up the shaft and holding for a moment at the tip. "Aaahhh!" The buildup explodes into Drew's mouth, thick and hot. Each rope seems incredibly long, not quick spasm, but long slow eruptions, firing a salty, slightly sweet cum into Drew's mouth. Aldan's hips buck with every release. After ten bursts, Aldan slumps back into the bed, his cock quivering slightly in Drew's mouth. "You have drained me, Drew. I haven't felt a release like that in many years, if ever...Let me hold you while we recover. I would have your heart near mine."

Drew savors the taste in his mouth before he swallows it. He licks up any remaining cum off of the cock and falls back in position with Aldan. They hold each other, cuddling for a while. "Hold me for as long as you can." He listens to the sound of Aldan's heart, kisses it, and brushes his hand along the furry chest carefully to figure out which spots aren't ticklish. "I love you, Aldan." He closes his eyes and meditates in peace to the feeling with his lover. This is the closest he has ever come to peace of mind.

"And I love you, Drew." Aldan holds Drew close. One hand jousts and plays with his tail, careful not to pull or tug. His mind is overwhelmed with the fate that awaits them. He tries to clear his mind, losing himself in Drew's embrace and his smell. Still, he cannot stop a tear from rolling down his face.

 

Later that night, Aldan returns to cuddle and sleep with Drew, although Drew does not sleep. He believes he will tonight. Aldan leaves early in the morning to check on his wife and kids. Sometime mid-afternoon, Drew is finishing his book, hanging from his legs on a lead pipe as he reads. He drops down, walks over to his bed, and closes it as he sits down in the middle. He's wearing new clean clothes, but with the same style. Aldan returns to the prison, carrying a pair of packages, both large. Reporting for duty, he barely listens to his friends tease and rib him about his new boyfriend. Though he told them nothing, it did not go unnoticed that he spent most of his last shift with Drew. Nor did their cries go unheard. One of his fellow guards wonders what it would be like to `fuck that demon bastard...better dead or alive, you think?'.

Without a word, Aldan kicks the guard's chair out from under him. As the man lays on the floor, struggling to clear himself of the debris, Aldan straddles him, pinning him to the ground. He punches him three times, stands, brushes his uniform, and looks at his commander. "Eisenrieche, quit breaking the chairs. I'll let it pass this time," the commander admonishes the man on the ground, bleeding from his lip and nose. To Aldan, the commander says, "I've known you for 15 years. That's your freebie for our friendship. As long as he doesn't try to escape, spend what time you will with the demon." The rest of the squad resumes their card game, yelling at the wounded guard to stop bleeding on the cards. Aldan takes his packages and, leaving his sword behind, head into the cells. He can smell Drew, sense him before he sees him. Smiling, he taps on the bars to the cell.

Drew looks up, smiling, almost ready to bounce out of his bed, but keeps himself composed.

Aldan unlocks the cell and enters, closing the door behind him. He makes a show of the two packages as he places them on the table. He steps to Drew and takes his hand, pulling the demon boy into his arms, where he hugs him tightly, kissing his neck. "I missed you."

Drew kisses him back, this time on the lips. He notices the boxes but doesn't speak of them immediately. Instead, he continues to hug the older man, drifting back to the bed as he lets go. "I missed you too. Watching you sleep night was relaxing."

Aldan laughs. "My wife says I snore sometimes." He keeps hold of Drew's hand, the demon boy glancing at the hand-holding. He notices scrapes and bruising on Aldan's knuckles. "Not curious about the packages?"

"I was going to ask. It looks like there is more in there than some kind of lubricant?" Drew looks precociously.

"Indeed, there is." He pulls Drew with him to the table, pushing Drew in front of him. He stands behind his infernal lover, arms wrapped around his waist, his chin resting on Drew's shoulder. He nibbles Drew's ear. "Open the one on your left first..."

He does something with his fingers, some kind of spell to make sure there's nothing alarming in it for him. Slowly, he opens the first package, leaving the ribbon on the floor, opening it up carefully.

Inside are bundles of something, wrapped in thick paper. As Drew unpacks the packages, Aldan explains. "I sought out a learned friend who told me your kind prefers their meat raw at times. I've brought trout, fresh from the river, pork, beef, chicken, quail, rabbit, as well as goose fat mixed with oil, for our fun later. I can vouch that it will lubricate for hours. You will feast each day if you wish." The second box is heavier.

His mouth salivates. "You... You shouldn't have." He turns around to kiss Aldan on the cheek, returning to the next gift. He holds it up in the air, trying to figure out what it might be. Unable to figure it out, he opens the package, this time a bit quicker. "You won't mind if I eat it raw in front of you?"

"Not at all. I've eaten raw meat on campaigns." The second box holds cakes and a pair of pies. Most interestingly are several books. Thin and thick. Treatises on anatomy, folklore, history. A book of romantic poems, a collection of comic stories. A book entitled "A History of Demons: Culture & Habits" from a well known, if somewhat suspect, scholar/hunter. Lastly, there is a tiny box, the size of a thick deck of cards. Drew can sense magic permeating the small box.

Drew sorts through the books, piling them by the side of his bed, then returns to the deck of cards. There's something strange about one of these gifts, almost like a curse. He looks confused at Aldan. "Do you really think I'll be able to finish all of these in the next few days?"

Aldan shrugs. "The gods are fickle. Maybe they will see our happiness together and fate us more time. I couldn't bear the idea of only bringing the books that I thought you'd be able to finish before..." The words catch in his throats, and his eyes fill with pain. He coughs and wipes his eyes. "We don't have time to be sorrowful. And this is not cursed, though it is enchanted. A drop of my blood, a drop of yours, and it will play a song based on our love. It's unique for each couple, and these are very rare. The power will last for 99 years, I'm told. Beyond us both."

Drew looks up at him in awe, mesmerized by its power. "And every song is unique?"

"Yes. Every song is unique. Ours will be ours alone."

Drew pricks his finger with one of his teeth. "Your turn."

Aldan smiles, holding a finger out to Drew.

He sucks on it, then pricks it, a bit deep on accident. "Ah, sorry... Now what?"

Aldan holds the wounded finger over the box, squeezing the tip. "Now we bleed onto it." The magic will do the rest. "He playfully bumps Drew. Don't say sorry to me. You didn't hurt me." One drop, then two and three drops onto the box. Drew can see and sense a faint glow as if a ritual of some power has begun.

Drew holds out his finger, squeezing it a bit to let some of the blood run over it. "It's beautiful... It reminds me of home."

The magick of the box swirls and glows. Aldan pushes Drew towards the bed, dragging the table closer. He falls onto the bed, peeling off his tunic and undershirt and pulling Drew into his arms. "No shirts, Drew."

Drew pulls off his shirt quickly, his tail sticking up and curious.

They sit, Drew cradled in Aldan's arms, watching the magickal process unfold. This is part of the experience—particles of yellow and orange flit to and fro among the swirling streams of greens and blues. The swirls grow taller, the particles brighter until they extend a full foot or more above the box. A blue swirl twists back upon itself and begins reaching towards the couple. A green swirl follows. The two swirls wind around each other, forming knots and patterns before separating and moving closer, ever closer.

Drew reaches out to touch the glowing lights, then puts his hands back down, still in awe.

The blue swirl moves towards Drew, encircling his tail, which twitches and sways as if it felt its own curiosity and agitation. The green swirl approaches Aldan. The swirls stop mere inches from their mouths. As the couple exhales, the swirls jump, both darkening to the near blackest hue of their respective coloring. After a few breaths, the swirls lower towards Drew and Aldan's chests, a thin line moving towards their hearts, stopping a hand's breadth from their bare skin.

Aldan whispers. "It's beautiful."

"Is this how it writes the music?"

Suddenly, both of them feel a warmth and a faint tug. A red glow appears on each chest, demon boy and man, and attaches itself to the spiral of color. The tendrils and spirals withdraw back towards the box, and the red glow pulled with them. "I think so." The spirals, the particles, the red glow all are pulled into the box. There is silence. Aldan barely breathes. He's holding him very close; his arms wrapped protectively around Drew. After a few silent moments, new swirls appear. Neither blue nor green, they are a mix of the two. As they grow, they entwine each other, leaving faint trails of ether behind them. The trails lose their color and fade, but the swirls continue their dance. Dimly, there is the sound of a deep, mournful horn. It is joined by the deep draw of strings. The horn and the strings speak to each other for several minutes, telling stories of sorrow and loss, fear and desperation...the swirling colors dance in time with the music, forming vague shapes...a drake...and large demon (Drew's father?)...but the horns and the strings begin to play together, forming a new song, a united song. A harmony. Percussion joins in and odder instruments unique to Drew's homeland. It is an opera, a symphony, a sonnet. There are discordant notes, rhythm changes that confuse. But it plays on. Nearly an hour passes before the music begins to fade. The last bars are mournful, heartbreaking. The horns go silent. The strings wail plaintively. They cry out...incomplete without the winds...until they, too, fall silent. Aldan holds Drew and squeezes him. He weeps as he kisses Drew's neck. "I love you."

He squeezes him back tightly, rubbing his face into Aldan's chest. "I love you too... Thank you for coming into my life. That song, will you play it for others?"

Aldan doesn't speak. He just holds onto Drew. "Perhaps. Not if you wish me not to. I may play it for my children and grandchildren. Perhaps your family, should I have that chance."

He runs his fingers over his lover's arm. "I have a friend who might be coming here. He's a younger demon and an aspiring musician. If you get the chance, play it for him, and make sure he stays out of trouble."

Aldan nods. "What is his name? I will make him welcome. If he is your friend, he is mine." He begins to think.

"His name is Aizen. His heart is full of love, but he is naïve at times..." He stands up, walking over to the other box. "Do you mind if I eat?"

"Not at all." Aldan joins Drew at the table. He produces a plate for each of them, taking fruit, bread, and cheese. "I would listen to our song again, but not right now. It is powerful."

"Such a healthy eater. You want a bite of the quail?" He takes a bite out of a raw trout, devouring it in less than a minute, then moving on to the next piece, eating slower. "Not to spoil the mood, but is it okay if I ask some questions? They might be difficult for you to answer, but I will need to know at some point."

"I do enjoy quail, so yes." He waits to see what Drew has in mind with the fowl. "You can ask me anything." He looks sadly at his plate. "We don't have time for anything less than absolute honesty."

Drew finishes his second part of the meal, wiping his fingers off on his pants, and exhales deeply. "I was wondering if you know the details as to what will happen on the day... There are only a few things I know. When I was first locked up, a boy my age with the same sentence said that I need not worry because not many people come to watch when it's young people like him and me. I don't know his crimes, but he vanished the next day. They said it would take place mid-morning and that an axe would be used. Other than that, I don't really know, so I feel anxious over not knowing." He looks down, his face not depressed, just solid, and then he looks back up at Aldan. "And I was also wondering if you have any advice for preparation when the day comes."

Aldan opens a jug, pouring a mug of beer. He stares at it for a minute before taking a long drink. He pours a mug for Drew. "Normally, the boy is right. Not many have the stomach for watching a child face the axe. I fear there may be more for you, given how unique you are—a demon boy. In the morning, you'll be given a decent breakfast. I and the rest of the escort will enter. You'll be chained." Aldan turns away from Drew.

"It will just be you, though, right?"

"Standard is five of us - one to lead you, the other four forming a box to escort you. Protecting the prisoner from the crowd, the crowd from the prisoner, and ensuring no escape. I'll lead you. You'll be able to hold onto my hand or arm. I can request it be just me, but I can't say if that will be allowed."

He smiles, his eyebrows dismayed, though. "I would prefer that..." His face returns back to the solid emotionless state.

Aldan nods. "I'll try. Once in the courtyard, you'll be taken up on the platform. The executioner will be there, waiting. He'll be masked, so you never see his face. It's custom to give him a gold sovereign, to make sure he strikes true. The axe will be hidden from view. You'll be stood in front of the crowd. A scribe will read the proclamation of your crimes, your guild, and your punishment. I'll ask you to kneel at the block. Drums will roll, the executioner will strike without warning." He takes another drink. "I'll . . ." He chokes. "I'll present your head to the crowd." He sits heavily. His head slumped forward. "Your head and body will be coffined in a plain box. You'll be buried in a criminal's graveyard, stacked upon others who met the axe before you. Or you would have been. You'll be coffined in a plain box, then transported elsewhere. I'll make sure you're given a proper coffin and a proper burial. Somewhere beautiful. Peaceful."

Drew nods. "Thank you..."

Aldan shakes his head. "Please don't thank me. If I saved you, then you could thank me." He turns to Drew. "This young friend...could he somehow help you escape?"

He thinks for a second. "I don't think so. He's probably still five hundred or so miles away."

"Damn. Do you have other questions, Drew?"

He takes a bite of another piece of meat, pausing to think. "Let me think... Do you know the executioner well? And what happened to the boy I mentioned?"

He shrugs. "I know him well enough. He's proficient. I've never seen him muck up a job. He'll be quick. The boy? Executed. He lies now in the ground. Unmarked, unmourned. As great a crime as any he committed."

He groans in sadness for him. "I'm sorry... But I just needed to know. Last question... What religion do you belong to? If I convert soon, do you think I'd be able to see you again? Us demons, we worship hundreds of deities. I'd have no problem vowing to yours."

"See me again?" Aldan looks confused.

"Many people believe in life after this one... Another realm or universe? It's said the soul of a demon casts out all of its flames into a spirit molecule that enters the world of Light, where the body is formed again as it were before leaving this world."

"I see. I've followed the Warrior. Protection in battle and such. The afterlife he promises is filled with battle and glory." Aldan moves back to the bed, sitting and patting the area next to him. "But that's felt hollow since I saw you. Battle and glory are for men who are younger. No family. No love." He hesitates, his face a mask of concentration and thought.

"I see..." He looks vaguely disappointed but moves on. He walks back to the bed, cupped by Aldan's arms as he throws the sheet under his shoulders. "Can't tell when I should sleep..."

"If you wish to sleep, I'll leave you if you'd like." He looks at Drew. "I'd rather stay, though. And hold you. I've been making offerings to Selune, goddess of love and lovers. Perhaps she will hear our plea and allow us to be together. I'll visit her temple tomorrow and consult a priest."

He turns around, a growing smile on his face. "Let me know how it goes." He carefully places one hand against Aldan's stomach, just holding it there, then exploring other parts of his body, other scars, kissing them slightly, always smiling back up at him. "My love... You mentioned this scar. Can you tell me about this one?" He points at one to the left of it. "My warrior of love, who worships Selune." Drew grins, sticking out his tongue.

"I do not fear your fires, Drew. I would risk it to have those extra hours with you." He looks down. "That one? Very well, then. And next time you stick out that tongue, it had better be going into me, somewhere." Aldan grabs his demon boy and begins tickling him.

He shrieks in surprise, his tail tickling back at Aldan. "Come on! On with the story!"

"Oh, very well. I thought boys liked to play." He lays back and pulls Drew with him, cuddling and holding him. "That scar I earned in the Battle of the Ruby Fords, during the Great Rebellion."

He thinks for a moment. "And they were eliminated not too long ago, am I right?"

Aldan describes the start of the rebellion, where the cousin of the King declared himself to be the ruler and split off his domain from the larger kingdom. "True. Not quite seven years. The force my unit was with pursued the Daemonic Lord Parcival, who was the instigator of the entire rebellion, filling the cousin's mind with lies and poison that only he could save the kingdom. Well, we pursued the Lord, who fled before us. Our commander was hot for glory and acclaim. He saw his own noble title if he could run down and capture Parcival." Aldan gestures and describes in great detail the story, which is condensed here. "Our lines become strung out, cavalry and lighter units outpacing the armored knight and engines of war, which is what Parcival wanted. At the Ruby Fords, he turned to face our leading elements."

"And that's when he came with a surprise attack, I'm guessing?" He feels along the scar again, putting one of his legs in-between Aldan's.

"Yes. His cavalry crashed into us, scattering our forces, send some fleeing. Aldan adjusts himself, so Drew can comfortably intertwine himself. Our commander panicked, ordering the forces we still had to cover his retreat. I was part of those forces. We were surrounded, the commander, a useless jelly-roll of a man, crying into aide's arms. Sniveling, begging the gods to save him."

He laughs to himself. "Ahahaha, sorry..."

Aldan snorts in disgust. "Parcival himself, his Golden Guard surrounding him, came forth. He was calling for our surrender. The common soldiers would be spared if we yielded. Of course, we did not. Their assault began. My friends and I defended the King's banner, leaving the jelly-roll to be dunked and eaten." He laughs. "Almost literally. Parcival was huge! He ripped the commander's head off and began devouring his body while his head gawped, blinking, and trying to speak. The Golden Guard fell upon us. We fought as best we could. One of them faced off against me. As we fought, one of his comrades struck me by surprise. His barbed whip was alive, some monstrous creature bred for their use as a weapon. It burrowed into my skin, thorn digging in, tendrils burrowing for my organs. My friend Davyth took a torch to the creature, and when it lessened its grip, he ripped it free and burned it. I passed out from the pain." He grows silent.

Drew moves his hand away from the scar. "Okay... Maybe it was wrong of me to eroticize that." He forms a small flame in his hand out of boredom, then lets it vanish. His hand travels down Aldan's stomach, right where his pants are, pulling and slapping them back against him. "Is it okay if I feel it?"

"Of course. Do you wish the rest of the story?"

"Yes..." He reaches into his pants, feeling the soft but enormous member in his hand, then feels to massage his balls. He does not stroke but just lays his hand to explore and feel at it.

"When I woke, I was a prisoner. Davyth was nearby, wounded." He looks impressed as he continues. "Your hand is warm...it feels meant for me... But we were prisoners. They tended our wounds until we were well enough to be moved. We were treated well. Fed well enough, not tortured. Everything our commander had told us to inspire us to fight harder had been a lie. The Golden Guard commended us for our courage to defend the banner of our liege lord. It was a few weeks later when the King arrived and defeated Parcival, banishing him to his home realm for a thousand years. We were released, commended by the King for our bravery. Most of the men in my unit died. Davyth and I and a few others survived. He runs an inn and tavern. But that whip. Like a great horrible leech. I have nightmares about it some nights." He begins stroking Drew's chest. "Have you ever heard of such a beast?"

Drew nods. "I've heard such in stories, yes... And many others like it. Created through the acts of negative magic, which should never be used. They can easily be avoided with the use of a red gem from where I live. Just holding it would be enough." He makes his hand a bit warmer, pulling Aldan's cock out of his pants and giving it soft strokes. "How does that feel?"

Aldan sighs. "Very good, Drew. You rouse my desire and hunger for you."

He drools into his palm and strokes, focusing on the head for a bit, then back to the rest of the penis. "When will we have sex? today? Tonight? Tomorrow?"

Aldan gently cups Drew's chin and draws him into a deep, wet kiss. "Yes."

He kisses back, their tongues colliding, perfectly understanding each other's motions with their mouths together as one. He pulls back, spit spilling from his lip. "What does that mean?"

Aldan takes Drew's wrists and raises his arms high. He leans in... "It means, dear Drew, that we will have sex today. . ." Aldan licks and kisses Drew's right armpit. "We will have sex tonight . . ." He kisses and licks Drew's left armpit. "And we will have sex tomorrow..." He kisses the middle of Drew's chest before licking him in and every growing spiral until he encounters a nipple, which he bites and sucks; his cock visibly hardening and growing

He moans out loud, holding Aldan's head in as he licks his nips. Drew's mouth hangs open, his teeth exposed, thirsty for flesh and blood. Should have eaten more, he thinks to himself. "Please, untie my underwear."

Aldan does as he is bid, never leaving Drew's nipples. He bites them hard, licking and sucking them, as he unties Drew's fundoshi. With the garment undone, he begins massaging Drew's balls. "You can bite me, make me bleed, Drew. Just don't take flesh..."

Drew pushes Aldan onto his back, climbs over him, and puts his ass in front of his face. Lick it. His tail rests on the end of Aldan's head, over his hair. He leans downwards, feeling at the hair on his lover's body, then lowers himself to Aldan's much larger and thick member. At first, he imagines what it would be like to take blood from it but quickly disregards that thought. I'd rather take blood from his neck or thighs again, he thinks. He looks over at the wound he left yesterday, rubbing it before he begins to slowly suck on Aldan's cock.

The wound looks as if it's days old instead of hours. Aldan kisses Drew's starfish and begins licking him, driving his tongue into his hole before licking and lapping at his ass loudly. "I love the way you suck, Drew...I love the way you taste." He eats Drew's ass, reaching to fondle and stroke Drew's cock.

"Shall I reach for the oil?" He gives Aldan's cock another lick from bottom to top, smiling as he looks back.

Aldan says something, but his mouth is deep in Drew's ass. He's nodding his head yes. "If you ever decide to bite my cock for blood, just warn me first...Surprise cock bites are not good." He turns his head to the side and bites Drew's inner thigh, hard.

He enjoys the bite, savoring it, and reaches over for the bottle. He hands it over to Aldan and continues back to working on the cock, reaching around to tug at the sack and balls as he relaxes on the taste of Aldan. Once his mouth goes sore, he places his teeth by the healing wound and bites deep into it, reopening it, piercing into the muscle, and sucking it up before it can ever flow out. He does this as Aldan licks and plays with his ass, pulls back, and licks up any remaining blood. The taste rejuvenates his strength, and then he returns back, cock in mouth, hands placed firmly on his lover's hips.

"Fuck! That hurts but makes me want you even more." Aldan lubes a finger and begins working it into Drew, carefully massaging his hole, sucking his balls as he fingers "How..." He sucks on his balls, "do you," then licks them, "want to do this?"

Drew thinks for a moment. "How would you like me? I know I'd like to see your eyes."

"Just as you are. Perfect." Aldan thinks, Drew's balls resting on his lips. He slowly fingers his boy, occasionally stroking the base of his tail. "You can ride me, or I can mount you. I want to see your eyes and face and kiss you as we join."

"I'd like if you'd mount me, so I can feel your strength and power when you fuck me." His cock pulses and drips pre-cum as the feeling in his sensitive tail sparks through his body.

Aldan nods. He lifts Drew and stands up, lying Drew on his back on the bed. He takes a generous amount of lube and coats his cock. "Legs up, demon. Prepare to be fucked. Hard and deep."

Drew giggles a bit, pulling his legs up and smiling. "All yours. Just enter slowly at first..."

Aldan grins at Drew. His face is excited and hungry, but there is a tenderness in his eyes. He leans forward, frotting his cock against Drew's, pressing their lips together. He kisses Drew roughly, biting his love's lips and tongue hard enough for Drew to grunt and yip in pain but pleasurable enough that he doesn't push Aldan away. "I'm going to fuck you for ages." Aldan breaks their kiss and positions himself. He takes Drew's legs and places the demon boy's ankles on his shoulders, nipping and biting and toes and ankles as he does so. Resting the head of his greased cock against Drew's wet hole, he teases his boy. Pressing in slightly, tickling the hole with his cock. He seems intent on taking his time, even beginning to suck Drew's toes.

Drew moans as he strokes himself slowly, the other hand feeling at Aldan's hairy chest. He nods. "Go ahead." His hands reach up to Aldan's arms, prepared to squeeze them.

Aldan looks down at Drew, thinking. He gives his left foot one last, long lick from heel to toe, sucking each toe in turn before releasing the foot. He places his fists to either side of Drew's chest, near the boy's pits. Slowly he pushes his thick cock against Drew's hole, increasing the pressure slowly until there is a moment's give and his head enters the tight canal to bliss. He watches Drew's face, his animal lust begging to fuck fast and hard, but restrained by the love and care he feels for his partner. "You are so marvelously tight...and absolutely gorgeous." Aldan cautiously slides himself deeper into Drew. It's not his length, although nine inches is nothing to sneeze at, but also the thickness that overwhelms most sex partners. The head is the narrowest part, with his shaft thickening, nearly as thick as his powerful wrist. Carefully, he eases himself into Drew. Pausing and letting Drew get used to his presence.

Drew bites his bottom lip, digging his nails into Aldan's shoulder as his lover enters him. The girth is a bit painful at first, so he tries to calm his body down by reciting a healing prayer in his head. Slowly, his body gives in as he feels himself become one with the man entering him. He opens his eyes, looks up at him, and smiles. "I've never been with someone even close to being as large as you. It's perfect." Drew touches his own cock and strokes it as he feels the muscles of his ass relax and replace pain into pleasure. "Further. Go all the way."

Aldan nods, sweat beginning to bead on his face and forehead. He pulls back the pushes back in, steadily burying inch after inch after inch inside the young demon. The pain of his nails digging into Aldan's shoulders is an exquisite counterpoint to the welcoming warmth and tightness of Drew's ass. He pushes in until his pubes and balls brush against the smooth skin of his lover. Again he holds himself, letting Drew get used to him. "You are so tight and hot. Perfect." He turns his head to the one side and bites at Drew's arm, smiling as he watches for the demon boy's reaction.

He moans each time that Aldan pushes himself inside of him, strengthened by for far he enters. Drew is impressed to see his lover biting him and returns it with a bite of his own on his right shoulder without warning. He sinks his teeth in slowly, holding them inside for a moment, then let's go to let the blood slowly trickle down his hairy chest. "Fuck.... Fuck me, Aldan. Give it to me."

Lowering himself, Aldan kisses Drew hard, tenderness giving way to lust. Steadying himself, he pulls out slowly, then pushes in more quickly, going in deep, grunting as his scrotum and crotch slap into Drew. He pulls out, watching Drew, and pushes in again, faster and harder, but just as deep. As Drew takes each thrust, Aldan increases his speed. "You said you wanted to feel my power. Prepare to feel it in full." Drew Aldan begins adding a little thrust when he's at his deepest point, lifting himself on his toes and knuckles, letting his weight drive his cock deeper into his lover.

Drew's face reacts aggressively as Aldan's pace increases. He masturbates faster, moaning loudly, almost a pained expression on his face, but what he feels is far from pain. Instead, it is him experiencing the most powerful sexual and erotic feeling in the world, something that makes his entire body shiver with lust and love, rewiring his brain, the single best feeling he's ever felt in his life. "Uhhh, Oh, fuck! Aldan! Aldan!" It's better than any orgasm or fuck he's ever had in his life, and he hasn't even come yet. "Faster! Faster!"

"Hang on." Aldan orders, the voice of a soldier commanding Drew to obey. He shakes his head, flinging sweat from his face onto Drew, onto the bed, onto the walls. Taking a deep breath, Aldan lets himself fuck Drew with abandon. Fast and hard, he pounds himself into and against Drew. The sound of their flesh colliding is loud and echoes throughout the stone room and the hallways. Some other prisoner hoots and hollers but soon grows silent. The only sounds the two lovers hear are pounding of their hearts, the pounding of their bodies against each other, and their moans and gasp expressions of love and lust. "Oh, yeah, Drew...your ass was made for my cock... Mmmmm." Moaning loudly, he fucks the demon boy. Hard as he asked. Fast as he asked. Driving himself again and again into him, sweat dripping on him along with blood. "I'm going to fill you, boy. Is that what you want?" Aldan leans in for a moment, biting Drew's ear and asking again. "Do you want me to fill you with my cum, demon?!"

"Yes! Yes, do it now!" He uses the blood on Aldan's shoulder as lubricant for his cock, tasting it to drive him even more insane. His tail wraps around his stomach as he feels himself come closer. "Unnhhh!! Fuck -- I'm gonna cum!" He shoots six strings of warm cum out onto his chest and tail, still masturbating quickly with an amazed face as he feels Aldan's cock pulsating, pushing faster inside of his warm, tight ass. "Feels so fucking good!"

Aldan grunts, trying to lick some of Drew's cum up from his chest. The sight of the demon boy stroking himself and cumming, using Aldan's blood as lube excites the man beyond anything he's ever felt. He launches his cock into Drew's ass. Using gravity and his own physical power to drill his cock deep into the boy. Arching his back, Aldan cries out towards the ceiling, a primal scream as he begins to unload his seed into the boy beneath him. As he pumps his cock with deliberate force into Drew, his balls pump their load into the boy. Large, forceful strings of cum pound against the walls of Drew's rectum, a half dozen or more. Aldan looks down at Drew's face, sweat and spit falling from his face, and he struggles to keep his eyes open. He shudders, his entire body lending itself to the final sprays of seed. Opening his eyes, he looks down on his lover. He falls onto Drew, wrapping his arms around the boy, breathing heavily into his neck. Sweat, blood, cum, and spit mix and mingle between their bodies. He looks at Drew, the lust and hunger replaced with something stronger. "I love you, demon." He kisses Drew, long and deep. "If love has a taste, this is it."

"And I love you too, my fierce warrior." Drew kisses back, a few soft kisses before their mouths meet and their tongues battle each other. Once breaking the kiss, Drew wipes up at the semen draining from his tired ass and tastes it. "How much longer before your shift is up? You'll return tonight, right? So that I can return the favor?"

Without raising his head, Aldan answers, "A few hours before the end of shift. I'll return if I leave. I would be offended and hurt if you didn't do me...just as hard, too." He kisses Drew's neck. "I don't want to leave."

"Let's just cuddle from then on..." His tail wags back and forth as he repositions himself in bed, facing Aldan as he brings up the bedsheet.

"I'd like that. Grab the beer, though." He takes the mug when offered and drinks heartily. "Thirsty work, fucking a demon. With luck, I'll be doing that a few more times." He holds Drew close and hums a song; his eyes closed as he recovers.

Drew plays with his fingers against Aldan's chest as he relaxes and listens to the song. "That was a lot more work than I thought... I guess it's been a while since I've been fucked."

"I didn't hurt you, did I? I thought you handled it well. I can be more gentle next time."

"No, no. It doesn't hurt. It's just... a little sore is all. But it will heal in an hour or so. It's what I wanted, anyway. I don't regret it."

"Good." Aldan sighs. "I'm pleased that you're happy. I can go out for fresher food if you'd like. Or if you want something special." He rolls onto his back, drawing Drew to him and cuddling him against his chest. "Does my blood excite you?"

He squints his head and thinks for a second. "It's good, but it's not my favorite thing about you. It's your heart that I love most." He walks towards the corner of his room to the toilet and takes a long piss into it. Afterward, he washes his hands, cleans his face, licks his tail clean, then returns to bed. "You may need to bring more food for tomorrow. I have quite an appetite."

"Just tell me what you'd like, and I'll do my best to provide. It's strange in a way to see you lick your tail." He leans back, hands behind his head. Softly he says, "I wonder what demon boy pee tastes like."

Drew Takes Aldan's beer and chugs it down. "I think you'll find out later tonight. I'll be holding it in." He laughs to himself, his tail standing upright as he continues to clean it. He sits down on the bed, falls into Aldan's arms again and rests his left leg over his cock and legs. Sighing loudly, he closes his eyes and relaxes within his warm embrace.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Two.

 

 

It's around nine at night. No lights have been lit throughout the halls of the prison, except for one that Drew made and let cast over his dresser, a small fire which floats endlessly. The boy reads through another book, attempting to relax, but tonight has been annoying him. Since he was first imprisoned, there has been at least one person a night that would get incredibly loud at night, or a haunting, strange feeling would overtake him. Someone had been screaming for about an hour earlier after Aldan left. Another, sobbing loudly. In silence, he can hear from down the hall, the guards playing cards or chatting about hookers and women and the like.

Aldan pushes through the nightly crowd at the market. Poor folk begging for the dregs as the merchants shutter their stalls. Ruffians and the people of the night doing their business before business closed. He'd planned with the butcher and fishmonger and was relieved to see them waiting for him. Packed in paper, fish and beef, still wet and warm respectively. He paid and added these to his bundle, hurrying to the prison. He saw a young pickpocket trying to lift a few coins from a beggarwoman, giving a quick whistle and shaking his head at the teen when he look Aldan's way. He didn't have time to arrest him, but with his glare, the boy disappeared into the crowd. Aldan hurried along, arriving only slightly late. "Sorry, Rog. I'm late. I know. I appreciate your help with all this." He addressed the watch commander, who simply sighed and nodded "Aldan, you're one of the best men we have. I can look the other way, out of respect for what you've done in past. Try not to push it too far. Understood?" Aldan nodded and handed the older man a wrapped bundle. "Orange cakes, from the wife." The older man nodded and gestured do the hall. The other guards snickered but said nothing. Aldan glared at them and headed towards Drew's cell. He nearly broke into a run, so eager he was to see his love.

Drew heard him coming down the hallway, or was it his smell or the food Aldan brought... He tries to hold his excitement, but blushes anyway.

Aldan beams when he sees his demon boy. He hurries to unlock the cell, handing some small packages to Drew. "Fresh fish and eels. Fresh beef, heart, and blood sausages. Wine and beer tonight."

Gawks an eye at him. "Eel? I haven't had that in years... Delicious!" He giggles a bit, taking some books off of his bed. "I finished three works in the short time that you were gone. The book on demons were alright, a bit offensive at times, but still fine, I guess. It was quite loud not too long ago either. For a moment I thought the prison would break out into a riot! Luckily, it quieted... And now you are here." Drew pretends as if some of the sausages is a dick in his mouth, then chomps on it, laughing loudly.

Aldan grimaces, then laughs. "Yeah, love, don't try that with me. I don't want that scar to remember you by." He enters and arranges a fine tablecloth with porcelain dishes and crystal wine glasses. Setting out their feast as if they were picnicking. He opens a bottle of wine, pouting a glass for each of them. "Dinner, then fucking."

Drew licks his hand, making sure his hair looks clean and well, then portions his plate with different foods. "I'm not sure the wine will have much an effect on me, but it's the taste I'm after, right?"

"Indeed." Aldan grins. "If I wanted to get you drunk, I'd have brought whiskeys or brandy. But I don't need to get you drunk to have my way with you. Or do I?" He pull a chair next to Drew and sits. The knees brush together and he tries to coax Drew's tail to wrap around him somewhere.

His tail rests on Aldan's lap. "No, no... You have me already." Drew looks over his meal and bites into the heart, devouring it in no more than a minute. "Sorry, I'll try to eat more like a human." He sips on his wine, raises his glass, and looks at it for a moment before bringing it down. "My... It sure tastes expensive."

Aldan strokes the tail and takes a sip of wine. "It wasn't cheap. I wanted something we could enjoy. You don't need to change how you eat, Drew. It doesn't put me off." He eats heartily, savory meat pie, fried chicken.

The boy claps his hands in excitement. "Oh, oh! I was wanting to know, a story about your most epic fight!

"Personal fight? Or battle?"

Drew takes a large sip from his wine, dancing in his chair. "Ah, I'm sure you've gone on one with someone that meant serious business knowing how many wars you've been in."

"I have." Aldan looks thoughtful as he eats. "Several times I could have died on the field. I've been lucky."

Drew nods his head. "Uh huh, uh huh. Go on!" He looks around at his food, taking his time on the eels.

"Well, it's hard to choose one that most epic. There was saving the town of Bogenhofen from ratmen and their sorcerer leader. Hunting down the Vampire Count of Stigmartz and his legion of undead soldiers. The drake. Many human bandits and rebels. Which one interests you most?" He continues stroking the tail.

"A vampire count?" Drew almost rattles the table in excitement. "Tell me tell me tell me! You slayed him, right?"

"I did."

The demon finishes his beef, trying to be patient and savor the taste of the fresh fish.

Aldan takes a sip of wine before he begins. He leans over and kisses Drew and the forehead. "The Vampire Count. It was five years ago, after the rebellion. The army was weakened and many of the great noble decided to take some measure of power back to themselves from the King. One of those was the Count of Stigmartz. His lands were covered with dark forests, with a few small villages cut out of the woods."

"Sounds like my people... Although we never got along with vampires, ironically."

He leans back in his chair, stretching his legs out under the table, but he still nibbles at the fried chicken. "He stopped paying taxes and tribute. Messengers were sent, but none returned. The King sent an envoy, along with a troop of guardsmen. I was one of them." He looks at Drew with curiosity. "Why ironically?"

"Oh I don't know." The boy sips his wine and takes a large bite out of fresh fish. "I guess people think we'd be friends? We're not enemies either though. It's just that the vampires have more of a tendency to get into unnecessary wars, while demons would rather be left alone. Go on, go on!"

"Well, we traveled to his lands. The people we met refused to speak to us, barely even agreed to take our coin for ale or food. It was very strange, and we should have expected something right then." He shrugs, leaning forward, he grabs a small, ornate box. He removes a very nice-looking pipe, with silver enhancements and very well carved. He packs it with tobacco having a hint of sweetness. "Would it bother you if I smoked?"

"Go right on ahead! Well, as long as I can smoke as well."

He holds the pipe in his mouth and looks at Drew. "Fire please?"

Drew makes a fire with his pointing finger, placing it to the end of the pipe as Drew holds in for a smoke. "Good?"

"Very good." He takes a couple of puffs and blows smoke rings at the ceiling. He smiles and hands the pipe to Drew. "You don't mind sharing? Anyhow, we finally arrive at his castle. A great and ancient structure. His people had built and added onto it for centuries, and it had never come under attack. He and the Envoy had several private meetings. And the Envoy announced that the Count was well within his rights and we should change our alliance and serve him. We were given the night to consider the offer or we'd have to leave."

Drew takes a few hits before handing the pipe back, returning to glass of wine in food. After he finishes his meal he pours more wine into his glass and listens attentively.

"None of us are for betraying the King. We'd all just fought in a war to preserve the realm! I'd been wounded and captured." He pulls up his shirt to show the scar from the Ruby Fords. "It didn't matter. That night, we'd had sense enough to post guards over our quarters, and sure enough near midnight, the alarm was raised. We donned our gear and went forth to meet the foe." He pauses and takes a long drink and puffs his pipe, letting Drew's suspense build.

Drew pulls on his hair, brushing some faint dust off of his horns. "AHHH! Go on! You're driving me insane!"

Aldan chuckles. "We sallied into the courtyard only to be met with a stench that none of us will ever forget. Coming through the gates are dozens of walking corpses. Farmers, villagers, even the Count's own guards. Shambling for us, extending beyond the gates as far as we can see. . ."

"Sounds frightening. I'm shaking right now!" The boy speaks in a sarcastic tone, still bright and excited. He finishes his glass, leans back and listens.

"Here, with you and good wine, it's not that frightening. But there, in the moonlit night, fog and mist rolling in from the river, with their stench and unholy moaning, it was terrifying. But, we were all veterans. Our nerves held and our commander was quick. Ordered us to press to the gatehouse, abandoning the barracks. We fought our through the horde." He drinks again. "They were easy enough one on one. Slow, but you have to destroy the head or spine. And there's were hundreds. We made good progress. One of our men, Darryl, let himself get surrounded by the creatures. One got through his defenses, latching onto to his sword arm. He screamed as his blood sprayed the battlefield from the creature's bite. The blood seemed to excite them. The ones near him moved faster somehow. He was dragged down and his screams. . .That's when things became grim. But we made it to the gatehouse, lowering the gates, which kept the ones outside, well, outside. Over the next three hours, we destroyed the ones in the courtyard. Then, the Count himself appeared with his most loyal servants."

Drew packs up Aldan's pipe with more tobacco, smoking a bit for himself, then offering it back to his lover, the pipe still smoking.

"He commanded our surrender. We declined. They attacked. another drink Vampires are quite strong. He was through the door, bolted and barred as it was before we could stop him. They were in the gate house and it was close quarters fighting from then on." He takes the pipe and smokes, smiling at Drew. "Gods, you are magnificent. . . We tried to cover each other as best we could. Graham tossed a lit lantern onto the Count's guard captain, he went up in flames, taking another with him. Graham looked so pleased with himself, though he'd shown us the way. Until the Count ripped his throat out. He yanked and twisted until Graham's head came free. Then, casual as you please, plucked out his eyes and sucked his brains and blood through the sockets."

Drew makes a gross sound. "See, this is why we hate vampires. Disgusting."

"Still, we fought on. Taking down one of theirs, falling back upstairs, losing one or two of ours. Ended up on the top floor, six of us against four of them, the Count being one of them. He came at me. I abandoned my bucker, using sword and dagger. The dagger had been a reward for surviving the Ruby Ford." He pulls an ornate dagger from his side. "The handle is studded with rubies, the blade finely sharpened and polished." Drew can sense and feel the magick in the blade.

"Pretty."

"He comes at me, fast as lightning. It's all I can do to block his attacks and I'm fair decent with blades. He strikes and I block with dagger, striking his hand. He let loose such a howl. Would have made a stone's blood turn cold. He hisses at me and runs for the stairs. Commander orders me after him, yelling at me to use the dagger, through his heart. I chase him...He's bleeding, his blood scorching the ground, steam rising from it. Easy enough to follow. I catch him in his lair, coffin and everything you would imagine, include cages holding children, thin and starving." Aldan takes another sip, another smoke and passes it back to Drew.

"Man, what the fuck..."

"He's scared and angry now. His nails are like iron and I've got scratches and piercing wounds all along my arms and side." He nods. "Oh, aye. The children were his "larder" snacks kept to his bedside."

Groans. "Sick bastard..."

"Drew." Aldan says seriously. "He was a vampire. We're battling and he dodges one of my blows, bouncing against one of the cages. I'm exhausted at this point, been fighting for hours. My arms are on fire. He bounces against this cage and grins. I've just launched the best attack I can and done nothing. He knows it's only a matter of time now." He shakes his head and slowly refills his glass. "The Count bounces against this cage. And the two boys in it reach through and grab him. One around the neck, the other grabs his arm." He shakes his head. "They'd been caged so long that they'd lost their sanity. Or they we're so angry, so hurt they didn't care. But they grabbed him and held. And he looked at them and he holds up a hand and snaps his finger twice. Once . . .twice. he snaps one boy's neck, rips the other one's arm out at the socket. Looks at them like he'd just stepped on a roach. I lunged forward and slipped this between his ribs into his heart. Count screams and falls to the ground. HIs body decays as I'm watching, trying to catch my breath. He's ashes in less than five minutes." He takes a long drink and sits silently, his face grim.

"That must have been horrible. It's amazing that you were able to do it though." Looks over the table, noticing that it's empty. "Shall we make our way to the bed?"

"Aye. I was skilled enough to stay alive. Lucky enough they gave me an opening." He stands and stretches and walks over to the bed, sitting on the edge. He begins pulling off his boots. "That was my last foray into the field. Returned to the capital and came here."

Drew walks over to him and reaches down to pull off Aldan's socks, massaging his feet well. "You can sleep here with me like last night if you'd like. I'll wake you up a bit early before your shift is over so you have time to go home and be with your children."

As Drew pulls of the socks, Aldan reaches down and runs his hand through Drew's hair. "That feels good, Drew. I can stay if you'd like. I told my family there was a good chance I wouldn't be home until day after next."

The boy nods. "Well, alright. You said you'd visit that priest, though. And I'd like to sleep alone the night before my execution if possible." He lifts up Aldan's shirt, then his own, sitting with his legs crossed.

"Alone?" A look of hurt flashes across Aldan's face. "Why?"

He plays with his fingers, looking down. "I don't know... Introspection, I guess."

"If that's what you wish, I will do as you ask. But I don't . . .I don't know how to handle this, Drew. I've never been in a situation like this." He strokes Drew's knees. "I spoke to a priestess today."

Looks up at him. "What did she say? Is that why you were late? If I may request, leave our seriousness for tomorrow. Tonight, I want to just feel as if it were only us on this planet."

"We can make and offering and partake in their joining ritual. If our love is true, Selune will see us united in the afterlife."

He smiles, taking Aldan's hand. "What must I do to take part? Knowing you, you wouldn't have to wait too much longer if you keep going into battles and wars."

"I've arranged it. All we have to do is send word and she will come to us tomorrow and oversee the ritual here."

Drew Squeezes his hand.

"I'd thought I was done with war. But, I think of the future...and battle calls me once again. I'm older. Slower. I won't have the luck or skill I did years ago. It would only be a matter of time before I fell." He looks down and starts playing with Drew's toes. "I think of ways that I can die in battle so my wife and family are taken care of and I can be with you."

Drew doesn't know what to say. He stays silent for a moment, his tail curling, and then he simply kisses Aldan's hand for no particular reason. "Maybe you should find a new job while you're at it. I mean, there will be plenty of other boys my age or younger in the future to face the same fate. I think you should help troubled ones from going down the wrong path instead."

"I don't know that I'll have the heart for more boys. I try to think of the future and everything stops after you . . ." He takes Drew's hand and holds it his lips. "There is nothing after you."

He pulls it away. "That is not true. Like I said, you can do more. It would be honoring me to do so. The last thing I'd want is for you to give up your life."

"I knew you would say that. I know what you're going to say, too." He lays back, coaxing Drew to lay on top of him.

"You must." He comes to him, looking very serious. "I know it's difficult. This isn't easy on me either! Think about it sometime." He brushes his head into Aldan's chest, tickling at his stomach a bit.

"I want you to be happy, Drew."

"Well, then that would make me the happiest."

"Then I'll try." He sniffles a bit and covers his face with his hands. Sighing deeply Enough melancholy. "What should we do tonight, demon boy?"

Drew says softly, "Well, we were to have sex tonight and tomorrow. Or at least that's what you said earlier. Unless you'd like to just lay here and rest. That works as well. Your decision."

"What do you want to do, Drew? What would make you smile? It is not my decision, it's yours or ours. But not mine."

"I prefer sex." He drags one finger down Aldan's chest and stomach to his pants, stopping there. "You up for it?"

"Yes. Oh, yes." He closes his eyes. A few moments later, his pants begin to tent.

Drew feels at the bulge, teasing it. "Strip me and then suck me."

Aldan smiles broadly. "As you wish." Sliding off of the bed, he removes his pants and kneels down. He reaches for Drew's pants, pulling them down as Drew allows. He massages Drew's cock through his fundoshi before beginning to untie the garment. Removing the fundoshi, he leans down and takes Drew's sack into his mouth, sucking and tonguing his balls while reaching around to massage and gently scratch at the base of his tail.

"Ahhhh!!!" He runs his hands through Aldan's hair Softer with my tail. "You don't want me to cum too soon, do you? Because after this, I'm going to fuck you."

He lifts his head. "Does that...", he licks Drew's balls, "...mean that you...". he licks from Drew's balls all along the underside of his cock can only he swirls Drew's head, "...cum once tonight?" He slides down Drew's cock, burying his nose into the boy's pubis.

The demon smiles devilishly. "No. Proceed. Now I will have to really fuck the shit out of you." His cock hardens to its full length as he moans quietly.

Aldan sucks hard on the head, whipping it with his tongue. He slides up and down and Drew's cock, sucking hard, using his tongue like an expert. More gently, he continues to scratch and pet Drew's tail with one hand, while dragging his nails down Drew's chest with the other hand. "If you can fuck the shit out of me, do it, demon boy."

He pulls on Aldan's hair, putting his face back where it belongs. Drew fucks his mouth, rocking in and out of it as he feels himself already coming closer to his second load of the day. "Ahh, fuck! Keep sucking! Bout to get your big reward!"

Aldan grins around the cock in his mouth, He sucks happily, slurping loudly and moaning and he works on Drew's head and shaft. He squeezes and massages Drew's balls, somewhat roughly while scratching and petting his tail. He pauses from sucking, and bites Drew hard on the inside of his thigh and quickly going back to working on his luscious cock.

A large amount of precum spills from his slit. His hips ache, rock back and forth as he feels his orgasm approaching. Instead of doing any warning, even with his cock pulsating inside of his lovers mouth. "You like my balls, don't you?" Drew feels at the bite mark, then caresses Aldan's ears and the hair behind them.

Aldan kisses and sucks the balls for a moment. "I love all of you. There's no part of you that I don't want inside me somehow. Or that I won't like or suck or kiss. None." He returns to the oozing cock, licking and sucking the precum, making a satisfying yummy sound, and going doing hard on Drew's cock.

Drew pushes his cock deep into Aldan's mouth, moaning loudly, uncontrollably, and he bites his lip. "Unnnghhh. Gonna- Gonna cum soon!"

Aldan increases his efforts, sucking hungrily, craving Drew's seed...He slides one hand along Drew's ass, tickling his hole and fingering him lightly. At the same time, he scratches Drew's chest hard, scraping skin and drawing blood. He moans loudly, in time with his ascending and descending on the wondrous dick in his mouth. He twists his head side to side, change the angles at which his tongue works the shaft.

Drew doesn't even have time to think or comprehend the intensity of what he's feeling. Aldan is obviously much more skilled in all departments of sex, his perfect ability to drive him even more mad when he's on edge of coming. He explodes into his lovers mouth, his prison guard, the last person he thought he'd fall in love with, the only person he can imagine wanting to love for all eternity. Seven shots spurge into Aldan's mouth. Slowly, he pulls out, looking at the blood falling from his skin. He swipes it with two fingers, rubbing them at the underside of his cock where remnants of semen continue to drip down. "Ahhh... Fuck me. That was the best blowjob I've received in all of my life."

Aldan smiles up at Drew, gently kissing and licking the boy's balls, giving them his strength, healing them with his kisses. "An artist is only as good as his tools. And you have such a wonderful tool." He kisses the underside of Drew's head. He starts kissing his way up Drew's body, licking the blood from his scratches. He nibbles and bites Drew's neck, eager to see him hard and feel him fucking him hard.

He masturbates himself as he stands up on the bed, kneeling down between Aldan's legs. "Ready to get fucked?" He reaches for the bottle, placing some on one of his fingers, then putting it on the dresser. Firstly, he coats Aldan's asshole softly, looks into his eyes, and pushes one finger in. With this, he exhales, a sensual grin overtaking him.

Aldan scrunches a pillow under his head and neck. He looks at Drew and reaches up, tracing his jaw and nose, running his finger over Drew's lips. "I'm ready, Drew. Give me that demon dick..."

As Drew pushes another finger in, he goes down on his lovers erect dick, trailing spit over it to masturbate it, suck it, and move his hand away to further tease him. He does this again and again until he has three fingers in. Finally, he lubricates his dick, aligns it with Aldan's hole, and takes a hold of his much larger, stronger body. He pushes in without warning, thrusting deep inside, and then stays in position, not moving, just leaning in and taking Aldan's legs over his shoulders. "Ahhhh... There we go. How does that feel?"

Aldan's eyes go wide when Drew penetrates him. Breathing in sharply, his mouth forms a silent "Oh..." . He grabs Drew's arm, holding tightly as he relaxes, adjusting his position so Drew can have his way with Aldan's ass. "That feels, ungh, pretty good. Very good. Don't stop, Drew." He reaches up with one hand, rubbing Drew's chest and nipple, tracing Drew's lips, sticking a finger in his mouth. "In case you need blood. . ."

He cuts his finger open, spilling bits of blood down Aldan's hand. As you insist. He pulls back, thrusting in hard, stopping, then again. After every five times he speeds up the motion until he their breaths are synchronized together. His hair begins to dampen with sweat. He licks his lips, concentrating on his lovers expression, hoping to surprise him by fucking him carefully at first.

Aldan's eyes glaze over as the sensation of being fucked drives worry and stress from his mind. He is only aware of Drew. Inside of him, above him. He moans softly, whispering Drew's name. Aldan brushes Drew's damp hair from the boy's face. The beautiful face. He grunts at his lover. "That feel incredible...but is that all you've got, demon-boy?" He grins mischievously, rolling one of Drew's nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

"I was just getting warmed up. It's been a while, you know..." Drew pulls out, stroking himself. "On your stomach. Ass up."

Aldan arches an eyebrow. "Yes, sir!" He smiles, and pulls Drew down for a hard, wet kiss before he rolls onto his stomach. He bunches a blanket and pillow together and shoves the beneath his crotch, elevating his ass for his lover. His back is powerful, with several small scars, his butt less hairy than Drew might have expected. "Fuck me hard, Drew. Fuck me so I'll never forget. He wiggles his ass."

Drew sucks on his tongue and drools a large glob of spit down to his dick, which he uses to further lubricate his cock. "Hope you're ready." He positions his feet into an abnormal, difficult position, almost on his toes, then spreads Aldan's ass cheeks before thrusting inside of him. "Ahhhh!!! Fuck yeah! That's what I want." He begins to fuck quicker, but with a rhythm. His tail sticks upwards, curling, dancing, going crazy at the end of it. The feeling of his dick thrusting inside of his lovers warm, tight ass is beyond bliss. Aldan's muscles are tight, yet soft, so inviting... "Mmm, you like that?" He grabs him under his nipples, gripping and scraping to leave marks, continuously picking up his speed.

Aldan's face is turned to one side. Drew can see his mouth opening and closing as he gulps air, his eyes closed tightly, his face a mask of concentration. Sweat beads and trails down his face. The muscles in his shoulders flex and knot as he squeezes the mattress in time with Drew's thrusts. He opens his eyes and twists a bit until he can look at Drew. He nods, grunting and groaning in mid-nod. "Yeah, Drew, I love that...harder, demon boy. Harder." Biting his lip, he tries not to cry out as raw sexual energy and pleasure threaten to overwhelm his. He begins grunting in time with Drew. a low, sharp grunt punctuating Drew's deep thrusts. "Fuck me harder, babe."

"As you wish." He pops his cock out of Aldan's tight, perfect asshole, then slams it right back in just as aggressively. After doing this several times he leans closer in until his chest is against Aldan's back. He fucks him as hard and fast as he can, leaning his head towards his lovers back, digging his horns across his back to draw blood. The sound of his balls slapping against his lover is loud throughout the entire room. He doesn't moan, but his instead breathes heavily, concentrating on putting all of his strength and energy into fucking him, also making sure he doesn't accidentally slip out or strain his lovers hole. "Fuck! I'm getting close again."

Aldan's head is drawn back, his expression showing pleasure so intense it borders on pain. His grunting becomes louder, shorter, and higher pitched. As Drew rakes his back, he cries out, a gasping cry barely recognizable as a long, drawn out, "yesssssss". He holds tightly to the bed frame, both of their bodies combining to rock the bed to and fro as Drew fucks his lover. "Oh, yes. oh, yes. fuck me, Drew... Don't stop...oh, gods..."

Drew's body is growing tired, but somehow, he's able to push himself even further, fucking faster and faster beyond his limits. It's as if the fire inside of his blood has taken over him. His entire body is warm, sweaty, almost burning in feeling. Sweat trickles all over Aldan's back. He licks up the blood, moaning in almost a cry in ecstasy. "Oooooh!!! Oh fuck! Gonna, fucking cum!" He pounds him like a machine as his cock shoots out four thick loads. It's not as much as before, but it's still on the same level of satisfaction to him. Panting, he stays inside for a moment to catch his breath. He pounds his ass three more times in between short stops before pulling out and falling over on his back on the bed, his heart beating like crazy. "Ahh, ahhh, huhhh, huh... That was unreal. Your BO is so raunchy, but I love it. Too bad I can't produce too much."

Aldan lays still for a moment, catching his breath. HIs cock is so hard it almost hurts. After a minute, he lays himself over Drew's chest and licks the sweat from his lover's body. The cum is still hot in his ass, the warmth keeping his own dick hard. "Is it that bad? I'm sorry...I bathed earlier. You have your own scent, though. I love it." He licks Drew's stomach and chest in long slow licks I love your taste, too. kissing Drew's neck, he pauses. He stares into Drew's eyes. I can't think of anything about you that I don't love. Pushing his lips against the demon's, he drives his tongue into his mouth for long, hot kiss. When the kiss ends, Aldan flops onto his back, his hand finding Drew's and holding tight. "What now, baby?"

He thinks for a second, giving him a kiss back. "I don't know. I think you'll have to wash me with fresh water tomorrow. The water that I have is still dirty." He stands up, taking a wine glass with him to the toilet, and then he begins to take a long piss. Before it ends, he fills the glass up to the top with his fluid, then carefully brings it over to Aldan. Taking a sip, he smiles, and leans it to him. "Taste my wine and tell me what you think."

Sitting up, Aldan stretches before taking the glass. Without hesitation, he takes a sip, closing his eyes. He takes another, deeper sip, his face breaking into a wide smile. He opens his eyes and looks down. His cock is still hard, leaking a small amount of pre-cum, the head a purplish hue. "I like it. I think it loses something by not drinking directly from the source, though." He reaches up and pulls Drew nearly into a kiss. He takes a mouthful of Demon Wine, and then kisses Drew, pushing his tongue and the liquid into Drew's mouth. They kiss, not caring about the dribbles that flow down their chins, before swallowing.

As they kiss and trade spit with piss, Drew masturbates Aldan's cock slowly. "You wanna cum on my face?"

"And then lick you clean...Yeah, I'd like that very much." Aldan spreads his legs and settles himself at the edge of the bed, giving Drew room to work. He runs his hands through Drew's hair, massaging his scalp and neck. "There's blood on your horns. I should lick that off, too."

"Go ahead, but just be careful." Drew spits into his hand, stroking Aldan's cut cock more firmly.

Aldan nods and carefully licks his blood from Drew's horns. They fascinate him and he closes his eyes as he licks, exploring them with his tongue, pressing a little too hard on the point, drawing blood. "They're so sharp. Can you feel through them? Oh, gods, you hand is so hot."

"Ahh, urg, ow." He squints. "A demons horns is very sensitive in many different parts... They're literally impossible to pull out, because they are worked into the brain and nervous system itself." He lowers himself down to his knees, licking around Aldan's cock, sucking on his sack and testicles as he strokes him.

"Ohhhh...that's feels great. I'm sorry about your horns, I didn't mean to hurt you. They just fascinate me. Everything about you fascinates me." He cups his hands around Drew's head, massaging and scratching behind his ears. Carefully avoiding the horns. "It won't take long, babe..."

He's gentle with how he treats him, feeling every vein, noticing every hair on his scrotum and pubis, every detail of his lover as he licks, sucks, and massages him. He even slaps Aldan's cock against his face, running it over his cheeks before rubbing his lips on the shaft, continuously coating it with spit as he sucks and strokes. He jacks him off a bit faster, rubbing one finger over his asshole, another pinching between both balls.

"Yeah, drew. You are so magnificent." Aldan moans at Drew's attention. He smiles and gasps as he slaps his own face with Aldan's cock. "That's exciting, Drew. Do that again, babe." The precum is starting to flow, and his sack is tightening. Drew can tell that he's close to cumming.

Drew takes the cock into his mouth, sucking on the head, using his tongue against the slit as he strokes at the bottom of his cock. He takes him out of his mouth, smiling angelically, gently gracing his cock with the tips of his fingers before stroking him again. "Go ahead. I want it all over me. Make a mess."

Aldan nods. Reaching down, he slide his thumb into Drew's mouth. "Bite me. It's close." As Drew bites down, drawing blood, Aldan smears his thumb on Drew's face and chest. He holds Drew's face near his tip as the first rope of semen shoots from his cock. He wraps his hand around Drew's, holding and guiding the demon boy as they milk Aldan onto Drew's face. "Unghh, fuck." The cum is thinner and more watery than earlier, but there's still a lot of it. It splashes Drew's face, his cheeks and chin, his neck and chest. Strands of cum drip from his horns, from his eyebrows, his nose. It dribbles slowly down his face, falling onto his chest.

As the warm load spurts over his face he closes his eyes, opening his mouth in awe, feeling as if he's in some erotic dream not of this reality. He slowly open his eyes and sits back on the bed, going in to kiss him. The cum is a bit sour, but there's also a hint of something vaguely nutty about it. "Delicious. Will you do the honors of cleaning it up?"

"Gladly." Aldan starts with a kiss, less rough than earlier, more gentle and tender. More loving. He begins kissing and licking up his semen from near Drew's eyes, dropping next to his chest and neck, nibbling as well as cleaning. The boy's taste, mixed with his own is intoxicating. Aldan's balls ache as his dick remains semi-hard. Kissing and licking Drew's chin and cheeks and finally, separating the cum from Drew's hair and ever-so-gently horns. He pulls back and looks at his lover, making sure he's clean. "I think I got it all. I can't believe how beautiful you are. Somehow, you're more than you were before we started." He cuddle with his demon boy lover. "Shall we rest? Eat? Talk?"

He stretches out his back, arms, legs, forming loud cracks. "Ahhhh. I think, we could just rest here for a while." He strings his fingers with Aldan's. "Just lay with me. Don't worry if you fall asleep. I won't move or wake you up. I might try to read though..." His tail rubs over Aldan's thigh and wraps him closer. "I'll wake you up early enough to leave and bring back the woman, or anything else you may need to do."

"I sleep strangely. Mostly a soldier's sleep. Out in and instant, deeply sleeping, but at the sense of danger, acting and up before becoming fully awake." He settles next to Drew, using his smooth chest as his pillow. "You can read and move about; it won't bother me. Wake me if you need anything, or if you want to talk. I love you, demon boy." He kisses Drew's nipples, then his armpits, then his lips, before settling down and closing his eyes. In moments, his breathing is deep and regular as he holds Drew closely.

Drew listens quietly to his lovers breath, resting his head on his chest for a while. After he falls asleep, he reaches down for a couple books, finishing them a few hours later before continuing rest back on him. An hour before the sun rises, he wakes up his love. He has to almost push him out of the cell to get him to do what he needs to do, promising that he'll still be here when he gets back, but as soon as he leaves, he immediately regrets being so rough. He paces his room in deep thought, continues to read other books, exercises, and waits, waits, waits...

 

 

 

Chapter Three

 

A few hours pass. Aldan seems to sleep soundly, cuddling and holding Drew throughout his slumber. He stirs a bit before he wakes, yawning as he opens his eyes. He looks around the cell, smiling when he recognizes Drew's face. "How long was I asleep?" He kisses Drew's chest and then his lips, pulling himself up to sit with his boy demon. Stretching, he pops one shoulder and then his knees, ankles, and knuckles. "I'm kind of hungry."

Drew walks over to the box, looking around in it. "Uh, there's a few squids left. You were out for only five hours." His head twitches, along with his tail. "The guards are quite loud this morning."

Aldan swings his legs over the side of the bed and stretches again. He cocks his head to one side and listens. "You can have the squid. I'll head out for more. Is there anything you'd like?" He stands and walks lazily to the toilet, yawning and scratching his chest.

"More fish, if possible." He gawks his head to catch his lover taking a piss.

Spying Drew watching him, Aldan halts his stream. "Um. . .did you want any of this?"

He walks over to him, grabbing one of the wine glasses. "Here." He hands it to him. "I'm a bit thirsty, anyway."

Aldan shrugs and fills the glass carefully. Handing it to Drew, he finishes relieving himself.

The boy studies the fluid in the glass before swallowing it all down in one gulp. His eyes squint and he makes a weird face, smiling back at him. "Awww, I wasn't ready for that! I'm glad I tried to though. I couldn't resist." He walks back over to the bed, shaking Aldan's clothes and straightening them with the warmth of his hands. As he continues to listen, he finally connects the dots, catching another guard speaking. "Ahh, now I understand what they're saying."

"How was it? I was going to try. I've drunk piss before, you know. On campaign. Didn't like it, not like yours. Yours is . . .well, good. Mine? Didn't care for it." He shakes and head back to sit on the bed and then pulls Drew onto his lap.

"They're executing three rapists today. Hanging. So the guards are excited."

"Ah, yes. Rapists." He spits on the ground. "Truthfully, Drew, we have more sympathy for a murderer than a rapist. That's why we hang them and behead murderers. Hanging isn't always quick. Sometimes they dance a bit, suffocating with a dislocated neck instead of a quick broken neck." He glances at Drew, thinking. His face is serious, and questions hang in his eyes.

"That makes sense. I don't know why anyone would ever do that to someone... I mean, I possess evil myself, but that is far worse." He sighs. "Today will be quite a long day, won't it? The priestess will come, right?

"She will. As soon as I fetch her and escort her here." He starts to speak, stops, starts again, stops, and then begins pulling on his socks and undergarments.

Drew notices the silence and confusion on Aldan, he squeezes his arm, putting his shirt on for him. "I know. We can talk about things later. Go out. You must."

"I just wonder. Would you care to observe the hanging? I can arrange it. It would get you some sun and fresh air. I don't know. It's a stupid idea." He angrily slides into his shirt and pants. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine. No, I don't think I'd like to. I know they let the bodies hang for a while and then they burn them to make an example. I saw it happen once myself when I first moved here with my father. Demons are just as brutal about it. I won't even go into detail, really. I'd much rather observe an execution like mine so that I can better prepare myself for what is to come." Drew walks over to the table, reaching to grab Aldan's sword, keys, and dagger. "Doesn't it alarm you to leave these here, knowing I could take them at any time?" He finishes off the remaining squids, licking his fingers clean, then goes to his clothes and puts them on. "Bring clean clothes from the guards as well, will you? When you return, I mean."

"Of course." He takes his sword and walks over to Drew. He places the point against his own ribs, angled up to slide between them and into his heart. He takes Drew's hand and wraps it around the hilt. "It doesn't alarm me at all." He closes his eyes and waits.

"Because I wouldn't betray you. I love you."

"I know." He takes the sword and sheaths it. "It might be more merciful to do it. I mean, without you. . ." He turns away and makes himself look busy. "If I didn't have the children. I'd escape with you and leave this world, this life behind me."

Drew's face depresses, looking a bit disappointed. "Yes, you would, but that isn't the case. You have family that loves you and you also have duty. Even I have respect for the kingdoms law of justice, despite my circumstances. Now go." He turns his around to the door, following him to it. "Don't worry. I'll still be here."

He hugs Drew tightly. "Duty. A lifetime of duty." He kisses Drew's cheek. "I'll be back as soon as I can. Love you." With that, Aldan straightens himself and marches down the corridor.

As the door closes and his lover walks away, the boy pouts back to his bed and talks to himself. "What a fool! Doesn't he realize that he's not the only one going through this? I love him more than anything, but I would never forgive him if he just became some beggar drunk on the streets or wasted away the rest of his life. All I can hope and pray is that he'll come through and understand what I said yesterday at some point in his life, realize that he can do more, make a bigger difference..." The boy falls back into his bed, reaching for a book.

 

Time passes slowly. Drew reads. A pair of guards and a trustee come, bringing him fresh clothes and fresh water and clean restroom equipment. They're cautious, but generally leave Drew alone as they work, keeping a close eye but not taunting or engaging him. His keen ears pick out the sound of rolling drums, along with the other sounds of the hangings. Rather than listen, he activates the music box, replaying the blood symphony he shares with Aldan. Later on after finishing his last book, he exercises, completing fifty pushups, two-hundred hundred sit-ups, backflips, front-flips, stretching while meditating, memorizing passages and prayers, and returning to the music box every thirty minutes or so after one cycle of exercising. Eventually, he sits on his head, anxiously waiting for his lover to return.

Aldan returns home for an hour or so. He plays with his children, spends time with his wife. She doesn't understand his fascination with a murderer, a demon no less! But she love Aldan and has learned to trust him. She knows of his relationship with the demon, that they have sex. She would be angry except for Aldan's honesty in his confessions and the pain in his voice as he tries to explain. After the respite of hearth and family, he rushes to the high temple of Selune. He meets with the same priestess and finalizes the arrangements. She and an acolyte accompany Aldan back to the jail. Detouring along the way to procure the needed essentials for the Binding of Hearts Ritual as well as food and drink and other things to make the night a festive occasion. Aldan and his companions barely stop in the guardroom, only long enough to inform the watch commander who the visitors are. A glare from Aldan quiets any whispers or murmuring from his fellow guards. The trio heads into the cells. Drew hears the main door into the cell block open. Three people enter before the door is closed and locked. He recognizes Aldan's footsteps.

Drew sniffs, smelling his lover with someone else. "Oh, his wife? That fuck! Oh wait!" He slaps his forehead. "It's the other woman!"

Aldan rushes ahead, forgetting manners in his eagerness, his need to see Drew. He smiles as he spies his love through the bars, fumbling with the keys as he unlocks he cell door. The priestess and her assistant follow more cautiously, the assistant's eye going wide as he lays eyes on Drew. The young man, barely more than a boy, shrinks back. The priestess, a young woman who carries herself with a calm assurance, reaches back to touch him on the shoulder. He blushes and falls in behind her. They wait just outside the door as Aldan and Drew greet each other.

Drew immediately kisses Aldan, holding him in firmly, kissing again and again, forgetting that there are others, hungry for a tongue kiss. Once he's satisfied, he breaks off, smiling. "You've brought company. Are they scared of me?"

The woman clears her throat. "My assistant was unnerved. I reminded him that love knows no forms."

Drew steps off of his bed, kneeling on one foot, then stands back up. "Priestess, you have no idea how greatly we appreciate your help. It is a sense of urgency that we do this ritual today."

She bows gracefully, her assistant bows more deeply. She is dressed in silks, with a silver necklace with a pendant in the shape of a female profile, the symbol of her goddess. Her clothes hint at her curves without revealing anything immodest. The teen wears simple cotton tunic and trousers. "Leftenant Aldan has explained your unique situation. If you are truly in love, we will see you united for your time here and in the forever after." She bows slightly. "I am Allanah, this is Edric. Please, do not interrupt your reunion on our account. We will prepare quietly." They enter and move to one corner, unpacking the required materials with hushed prayers.

Drew steps back towards Aldan, holding his hand tightly.

Aldan hugs Drew, lifting him off of the ground. He sets him down with a kiss. Looking around the cell, he nods. "I see they brought your clothes and changed your water. Good. I brought food if you're hungry. We can eat a bit before the ritual." Still holding Drew's hand, he leads him to the table, where he unpacks tonight's repast. "Fresh fish, including more eels. You seemed to enjoy them yesterday. Fruit, vegetables. Meat pies, pork pies, a roasted goose stuffed with raisins and carrots. And pastries, many pastries." He pours four glasses of wine.

Looking over the food, Drew squints his eyes, confused. "So many vegetables and fruits. Are they really good? I've never really cared for them. I'll try them if you'd like." He leans over the table to peck him on the cheek. "Thank you for the food."

Aldan shakes his head. "Try them if you'd like! I enjoy them. You may not. You like eels. I only like one eel. One tiny eel that keeps spitting at me." Allanah laughs under her breath. Edric whispers to her. She shakes her head and whispers back. Edric stops what he's doing and stands straight up, his jaw dropping. He blurts out before he thinks, "They couple together??? But...but...". She pulls him back to his duties as he blushes, and she apologizes for his outburst. "He is new to the church and has much to learn." Aldan smiles and sips his wine, gnawing on some goose.

Drew puts some fruit and veggies on his plate first, giving a funny smirk on his face as he does so, pouting his tail from side to side, and then he moves one meat pie, a single pastry, and a half of fresh fish to his plate. "It's a colorful plate, like us!" He sips his wine, then puts it back down, looking to the right of him as the two continue preparing.

Aldan leans close. "Do they disturb you?" he whispers.

"No no. They intrigue me. Excite me?" The boy tastes some of the fruit, chewing it around more than the meat he loves and is natural to his kind. "It's decent. I think I can eat it."

"You don't have to. I brought beef heart, two this time. And a whole piglet." Aldan sits close to Drew, resting a hand on Drew's leg as they eat.

He makes a sound with his armpit. "Oink oink! Looks like I'm gonna get a full belly, huh?" He relaxes into his chair, sitting up on his feet, and eats his meat pie.

After a few minutes, the priestess stands. "We can begin whenever you wish, Drew, Leftenant."

Drew looks at him, licking his fingers clean. "Well, I think we should start as soon as possible. Right? If things get cold for you, I can always warm it up."

Aldan winks at Drew. "Yes, you can. We're ready, Silver Heart."

Drew stands up out of his chair and walks over.

Edric unfurls a small rug, placing two cushions upon it. "If you would each kneel? He bows to each of them."

Aldan kneels on his cushion, smiling incessantly.

Drew does the same, his eyes locked on his lover.

Allahna faces the pair. She holds a silver incense burner. She raises it above her head and intones a prayer of blessing and protection. She places the burner on the rug, between Aldan and Drew. Edric takes a taper and lights the contents of the burner. "Please hold the censer between you and both of you breath in the smoke together. Share it, together. Blow it into each other's faces, share it anyway that you can imagine." Her voice is gentle and calming.

Drew does as told first, easily inhaling the smoke, letting it fill into his mouth, lungs, nostrils, and so on. He holds it in before blowing it out slowly towards Aldan. Upon exhaling, he feels a strange feeling in his chest, heart, tail, and horns, something powerful radiating inside of him.

Aldan breathes in, exhaling slowly into Drew's face. He tries to breathe in Drew's breath, moving his face close to Drew's. He feels warm all over, especially his chest. He rests a hand on Drew's hip as they continue to breathe in the sweet, pungent smoke.

Again, Drew takes in the smoke, inhaling it also when Aldan blows it towards him, but this time he leans in to lock lips with him to share the smoke. He finishes the kiss, blushing. "Was that against the rituals rules?"

Aldan kisses him back.

The priestess smiles, warmly, at them. "Tell me, Drew, what are the rules of love?"

He looks to her, in a trance, and doesn't think about his answer. "To let it come to you and recognize it when it does. To never betray it. To love without mercy. To understand, sympathize, empathize, become one with who you love."

She smiles again, nodding slowly. "I think that what you did was well within the rules of love. And well within our purpose here today." She turns to her assistant Edric, the bowl and blade. He bows to her and hands her a small, ornate silver bowl and small ivory dagger. She takes them and kneels before Drew and Aldan, Edric slipping a cushion beneath her knees at the last moment. "I will take seven drops of blood from each of you. Who will go first?"

Drew raises his hand. "Oh! Me me me me me me! But, well, I've been hogging all of the fun. Maybe you should go, Aldan."

Aldan shrugs. "I'll go first. He holds out his hand to her."

She takes and pierces his middle finger. "We pierce the middle finger, for it connects most directly to the heart." She turns his hand over, holding it above the bowl. "The first drop come from the heart." The drop falls into the bowl, an oddly audible drip sound accompanying the drop. The bowl, for an instant, glows green. "The second drop from the mind." Again, a strangely loud sound and momentary glow. "The third drop from the soul." The sound is louder, the glow brighter and lasts longer. "The fourth drop comes from your past, alone." A different tone, more discordant, the glow is reddish. "The fifth, your present." Strings, faint strings, almost like your music box. The glow is clear. "The sixth is your future, together." A single note. A flash of white. Then nothing. Aldan takes a deep breath, his teeth clenched. She seems sad. "The seventh drop binds you. Forever." There is no sound or flash. She bows her head and places Aldan's hand over your heart. She holds her hand out for Drew's.

Drew is quiet in focus. He lifts out his left hand to her. "Why wasn't their sound?"

She shakes her head, almost imperceptibly. "After. Ssshhhh."

He nods, stays quiet.

She takes Drew's hand and pierces his middle finger. "This is your heart, most connected to the middle finger." The drop lands with a loud echoing sound, a brief glow of blue. "The second drop is in your mind." Another loud drip sound, the glow of blue swirls for a split second with black and white. "The third drop is your soul." The drip sound reverberates through the room. The glow is sustained for several seconds, orange and red mixed and swirling. She seems surprised but continues. Edric gasps. "The fourth drop is your past." The sound is a lone horn, mournful and short. The glow is muddled. "The fifth drop is your present. Today." The horn is joined by others, rising to an audible crescendo that shakes the room. The glow starts blue but is joined by green. She breathes in sharply, Edric takes a step back. Aldan squeezes Drews leg. "The sixth drop. . ." she hesitates "Is your future." the drop makes no sound. There is a flash of blue and green, the blue fades, leaving green which grows dimmer and dimmer until it vanishes. "The seventh drop is forever." The drop makes no sound, there is no flash. She watches the bowl expectantly. "You are about to speak, torn by curiosity and fear?" She takes his hand and places it over Aldan's heart. She reaches behind her, and Edric slips a large silver hoop into her hand. She holds it before him, between the two lovers. "Kiss through the ring."

Aldan nods and holds his face near the opening, which is large enough for you to stick your head through.

Drew does the same, kissing him deeply, pushing his tongue into Aldan's mouth. A wave of emotions floods him and his heart, sending shivers all over his body. His tail jolts, then rests. They kiss for what seems like forever, eyes closed, and for a moment the two of them feel themselves in each-others bodies, then returning. The kiss breaks apart, a trail of spit stretching out from their lips. Drew says with his lips, not speaking, "I love you."

Aldan mouths the words to Drew, "I love you. Forever."

"Forever," he says with mouth in return.

The priestess bows her head and lowers the ring over Drew's head to touch his shoulders, then lowers it over Aldan's head to touch his shoulders. The ring glows blue and green and disappears without a sound. She smiles happily. "It is done. You are joined throughout time, throughout eternity, across all planes and realities. Your hearts will ever seek each other and guide you together. Forever." She bows gracefully to each of them, then sighs. "Is there more wine?"

Drew laughs a bit. "Yes, there is plenty enough for the two of you!" Drew leans over to hug at Aldan for a moment, then stands back up to fill two glasses of wine. "So why was there no sound? Or should I not know? And why did you both act so surprised on my fifth drop?"

She joins him at the table, as Edric cleans up the ritual area. She drinks deeply and hold her glass out. "May I have more? Edric, drink your wine before you do all that." He scurries over, bowing to Drew, and taking his wine. "Are you sure you want the answers to those questions?"

"I don't know..."

She takes his hand and places it in Aldan's. "There was not sound because the day after tomorrow. . ."

"I see. And for the other thing?"

"You have no idea, either of you, do you?" She takes bit of goose, nibbling politely.

"I might." He thinks for a moment, a bit paranoid. He says something in his language under his breath. "It could be something else that I don't know about though."

She smiles, interested in Drew's ideas. Aldan scoots closer to Drew, holding him and playing tag with his tail, gently. She prods Drew. "Tell me your thoughts, young man."

He looks at Aldan, holds his hand for a moment, then sighs to explain. "Demons have their own forms of magic and no spells have been added to it for a long time. Well, that is until a few years before I was born. A boy said he saw a creature when he was just five years old that attacked him. Later on, he felt himself consumed with new powers. He was the first in six hundred years to have invented new spells, but every time he used them, he was consumed with horrible emotions, the need to hurt others, to kill. He went insane and killed thirty people one night, then ended himself. The magic he learned was taken from the books, sealed away. I saw this same creature when I was five years old. My father and I moved here when I was very young, but I'd visit my ancestors for three months every year. When I was nine, I had found myself in a trance when studying magic and had also founded a spell of my own. When I first used it, I felt myself overcome with dark emotions that are still present. I used this power to kill others and I enjoyed it. Even now, I don't know if I regret it, because I justify it... Again, the spell was taken out, sealed away, but I still possess it. I don't know if I can blame all of my anger issues and tendencies on it though." He reaches for his wine, finishing it quickly. "But it was probably something else, right?"

She raises her eyebrows. "It was something else. The darkness you unleashed, that you performed is no longer a part of you. Except that part of it that you hang on to with your memories and guilt. The spell you remember. But the darkness no longer corrupts you. Take the time you have left to accept this and do not seek to carry it with you into the next world. Your dark emotions are a part of you, Drew. Not all of you. The love with you is so much stronger than the darkness. So much." She takes a sip of wine. "The two of you have done this before."

Edric has finished and sits on the floor, beside Allahna. She looks at him and sighs. "You may use a chair, Edic, and help yourself to whatever you wish, unless the two you do not wish to allow him to eat?"

Drew looks confused. "Of course he can eat! We have plenty of food. And fruit!" He takes some of the squids out of the box, eating them up quickly.

Edric hops into a chair and eats happily. "Thank you, lords."

Drew steps out of his chair, standing in the middle of the room, forming a fire in his hand. He faces towards them, showing a figure inside of it. "There will be a third boy like me and the boy before me. His powers are... Beyond this world. Sometimes when I cast a fire, I can see him in it or hear him." The flame dissipates. "Anyway." He walks back to his seat and sits down. "Thank you for everything. You have no idea how much of a relief doing this feels."

She looks at Drew, studying him. Then at Aldan. He speaks first. "You said we'd done this before. Done what before?"

She look at Drew again. "Do you know what I meant?"

The boy nods. "No... Not really."

She takes a pastry. "The Ritual. I'm surprised you hadn't realized that. I am also not surprised that you have vision in your flames. You both have done this ritual with each other before."

"In another life, you mean?"

"Yes." she nods. "In other lives. Because you are a demon, you are not completely severed from your other lives. Thus, you have visions. Warnings, perhaps. Or memories. But you and Aldan have met and fallen in love before, in other lives."

Aldan frowns and takes a swallow of wine. Edric watches, quietly chewing his food.

"Strange." He doesn't know what else to say. "Uhm, not to be rude, but I was wondering when my lover and I can be alone. We don't have much time left in the day."

"That's not rude at all." She stands. "You should stay together from now until the. . .until the end. You will find each other and be together again, but who can say how quickly." She steps closer to Drew, taking his hands in hers. She leans down on kisses his cheeks and his forehead. "The Lady bless you and fill your heart with love."

He gasps, kneeling quickly down in respect, then back up.

Edric packs everything up. As he's about the leave he turns. "I'm sorry if I was rude. I've never seen a demon before. I . . .I didn't know what to think. Thank you." he steps out of the door, before turning again. "I'm sorry." He heads down the hall.

She kisses Aldan the same way, whispering something to him. She smiles and bows gracefully, exiting the cell and joining Edric as they leave.

They're silent for a moment. Drew doesn't know how to read his reaction. "I'm glad you brought them. Are you?"

Aldan nods. "Yes, I am. And not just because it pleases you. Knowing that we'll be together again is a comfort. Knowing that our love is true is a comfort. Knowing that I've loved you before helps this make more sense. So, yes, I am glad that we are married now." He grins, grabbing a pastry and holding it out to Drew.

Drew takes it, breaking it in half eating it. "If there is anything you would like to ask me, today would be the day. I didn't want to bring anything out last night, but today, I think we have to confront whatever is on our minds."

"Everything. Tell me everything." Aldan refills both of their glasses. The wine and the smoke have them both relaxed and calm. "Oh?" He arches ad eyebrow. "Is there something you wished to ask or tell me?"

"Maybe later. But I have been asking most of the questions. So I think you should now."

Aldan heaps a plate with cheese, fruit, and pastries, grabs a bottle of wine and gestures towards the bed. "Let's get more comfortable and I will ask at least two questions."

Drew follows him there, sitting cross legged. He finishes the second half of the pastry.

Aldan settles in. "I have to be holding some part of you. I am curious about the darkness you unleashed when you were younger. You hurt people? And I would like to know what happened the night you killed the men that landed you here."

"And the one I robbed too, I'm sure." Drew thinks back, casting a flame in his hand again, letting it float over the table, then letting it vanish. "That night, when I was attacked by it, my mother came rushing into my room. I don't remember doing it, but... I did. Everyone knew exactly what had happened the next day, that I must have been going through the same thing the boy went through. So I had felt nothing but shame and anger over it. They said they didn't judge me, that they were just worried and understood. But it didn't feel like it. We moved shortly after that and when I visited, the hate would fester more and more. I got in fights with people and I don't even know why. The spell is simple and natural to me. I just imagine it when I see the person I want to hurt, and it burns them alive from the inside. For the man I robbed in his home, I didn't mean to make it so bloody, but I guess I hadn't realized how strong it was. Most of his body exploded when I casted the spell on him." He looks away. "I don't understand how you can love someone like me that's done such destruction."

"Did you kill your mother?"

The boy nods. "I think it was on accident. What happened to the man I robbed happened to her on a much more extreme level. I don't want to describe it."

Aldan drains his glass, carefully setting it on the floor. "It might ease your mind if you shared. I love you, Drew. Fate, destiny, the will or Selune, luck. Whatever it is, I've pledged myself to you through all of time. Do you want to know what I think when you tell me these things?"

"I don't know."

Aldan pulls himself into a crosslegged position and turns Drew so that they are facing each other, knees practically touching. He leans forward and rests his forehead against Drew's. "I think that I love you. I think that I wish we had more time. I think you hold these things inside you, and you shouldn't. I love you, Drew. It's too much for a boy to bear on his own. Tell me everything, Drew. Everything."

A single tear goes down his face. "The other boy, he is a bit younger than me. He's here, in the kingdom, and lives beneath a temple. You must save him before he snaps. If not, everyone in the entire kingdom will die."

Aldan leans close and kisses the tear away. "Tell me everything about him. But tell me about your mother. And the men at the tavern. Tell me so you don't have to carry that. Let me carry it."

He holds his hand. "I don't know who he is. Just the details. He's half black wolf, half demon." Drew licks his parched lips and catches his breath. "My mother was always loving to me. I'm sure that's why she rushed in when she heard me screaming in pain. Before I was born, she was a healer in wars for people of this kingdom, as this place provides them with safety in the comfort of the forests becoming overrun by Cruiberg soldiers. Dad says that she healed more than a thousand lives in her lifetime."

Aldan holds Drew's hand as he talks.

"The men at the tavern... It was a month after that incident had happened. I was standing outside at night when they came up and noticed me, started mocking me about who I was, how their ancestors killed so many of my ancestors. I told them to shut up or I would kill them. They laughed, said I was just a weak boy, and one of them grabbed my horns. That's when I snapped. I put my hand against his chest, and he was blown in half. The next was stunned and frozen in fear, confused, and the other went for his knife. I looked at him, smiling, and let the flame burn him alive slowly, taking the knife from his hand, and then I stabbed him in the heart. The other fell to the ground begging for his life, saying how sorry he was, that it was just a joke. I pointed one finger at him and walked away, hearing him scream. People from the tavern ran for help. A few hours later they came to my house where I was with my father. I was going to fight, but one man had used a spell on me that made me tired and weak, and then he knocked me out. Next thing I knew, I was in a different cell, awaiting trial. And you know the rest."

"Your mother died only a month ago?"

"No. When I was five. When the spirit attacked me. Whatever it was."

"And you're fourteen?"

"I would be in two months."

"Did she ever heal the King's troops?"

He nods. "For all I know, she might have once healed you."

Aldan nods, then speaks very quietly. "She did."

"There's no way I would have done it on purpose."

"I know."

Drew rubs his fingers over Aldan's hand.

"She healed me and I'm here with you now. So, in a sense, she's here with both of us."

The boy nods again. He moves the plate of food out of the way.

"It's almost like she saved me so I could be here with you. It's said your people see things others can't. Maybe she knew." He hugs Drew. "She knew that you'd need me. So you wouldn't be alone." He looks deep into Drew's eyes, caressing his cheek.

Drew looks up, placing one hand on Aldan's side and kisses him softly. "I've changed my mind. You can sleep with me tomorrow night on one condition. You will wake up before me and prepare that everything is right, that I am not thrown in with the rest, but instead buried somewhere peaceful like you said."

"I agree." He returns the kiss. "What shall we do, Drew? What do you want to do right now?"

The demon boy kisses back. Again and again. "I want to be touched by you. I want you to feel me. Make love to me again. Not like the time before. Intimately. Then you will give me a bath and tell me a story."

He smiles. "That sounds wonderful." He eases Drew down onto his back and cups the back of Drew's head as he kisses his demon boy. His tongue searching slowly in Drew's mouth. He pauses as one hand slides down, massaging his lover's boyhood through his clothes. "Would you like blood?"

"Not yet." Drew kisses him back, submitting to his lover, the smoke in his body still having effect on him. He pulls off his shirt and comes back down to kiss him again, swapping mouth and tongue.

Aldan peels off his own shirt, pulling Drew's face to his chest, where he can feel his heartbeat against his cheek and smell his manliness. He slips his hand inside Drew's garments and fundoshi, squeezing and massaging his dick. "I want to be inside you."

He moans, feeling his way down Aldan's pants to grip at his ass. "Do you know where the oil went?"

"Yes, don't worry." He pulls Drew's pants off and buries his face in his fundoshi. Taking loud and long deep breaths, Aldan bites and nibbles the white fabric, rubbing his face against it. He slowly unties it and begins to remove it. Every inch of Drew that is revealed in the process is kissed and licked, nibbled and tongued.

Drew pulls at the base of his erect cock, pointing it to Aldan's mouth, then he feels at his pubic hairs. His other hand is playing with own nipples before he then uses it to touch his lovers face.

Aldan takes the head into his mouth, wrapping it with his tongue, surrounding it with warmth and wetness. He sucks hard, exploring the pee slit with his tongue. "If you have to pee, warn me first...I want it...I want everything you can give." He slides down on the demon cock, loving it with his mouth. The gentle curve of it, the taste, the smell...memorizing ever part of it. He moves off of the dick, lowering himself to suck Drew's balls. He lets his tongue roam over Drew. His sack and his cock receive most of his attention, but he also licks Drew's thighs, just where they join his torso, then up along his belly, tonguing his belly button before returning to the sweet dick and balls of his lover.

One hand runs along in Aldan's hair as his legs rise up, tail curling around the left one as he leans up on his elbows to watch him suck. "That feels amazing. You're perfect at this." He leans his head down, moaning softly, sometimes jolting when a certain spot on his dick is licked.

Noticing his boy's reaction, he returns to the spot every few licks or strokes, giving it gentle, but fleeting attention. He grins up at Drew, his mouth filled with demon-boy cock. He muffles, "How do I look?"

"Good. Better than ever." He giggles a bit. "You can do me down there now, if you'd like."

"Let me lick you there for a while first, if that's okay?" He pushes Drew's legs up and spreads his cheeks with his thumbs. He slowly licks and kisses his way from Drew's balls, down to his hole, not missing any part of his boy. Gently, he kisses and probes the hole with his tongue. When his tongue enters easily, he greases a finger and finger's Drew, sucking his balls and dick as he works. Aldan's expression is pure contentment. He's concentrating on pleasuring Drew, and is enjoying every moment, every lick, every touch.

Drew relaxes his bodies into the sheet, one hand under his head behind the pillow, the other on his stomach, allowing himself to accept this pleasure. "Ah, yes, lick me there. Finger me. Everything you do is transcendent." He grips his cock, stroking slowly, roughly, licking his hand every once in a while, before he returns to it.

Aldan spends a good ten minutes or more eating Drew's ass. Licking, tonguing, fingering, adding more lube, more spit, taking Drew slowly to new heights of relaxed pleasure. He reaches down, stroking his cock until the first drop of precum appears. He smiles at Drew. "It's time, love." He crawls up on Drew, placing his arms within easy biting distance of his lover, and positioning his cock to enter. "I'm going to fuck you now, Drew." He slowly presses his cock, thick and hot, into Drew's hole, wet and tight. He slowly begins fucking his young boyfriend, his young husband. Long, deep strokes ending when his balls touch Drew's ass. Slowly withdrawing and repeating the process. He leans his head down, kissing Drew, slowly and passionately. Nibbling his tongue, his lips, his ears, his neck. He rubs his nose to Drew's whispering how much he loves him, how much his demon boy lover makes him happy and how he yearns to fill him with cum or cover his face with cum.

Drew presses his arms over Aldan's back under his armpits to bring him in closer, kissing him deeply for long periods of time. He licks at a spot on his husbands upper right arm, then sinks his teeth in carefully. The pain is sharp, but more like a needle. He does it so well that Aldan can barely notice how deep it has gone into him. When he releases, the blood runs down, thick and glowing red. He licks it up, bringing the taste into his next kisses, caressing his lovers back, brushing it softly as he's fucked. It helps that he was fucked so hard yesterday. Today, his muscles are beyond relaxed and adjusted, and every thrust against his prostate feels like he's having an orgasm. "Fuck me, Aldan, my husband..." Drew kisses him again, their tongues meeting and pressing against each other. "I will always love you. Forever. For eternity. In this life and beyond."

Aldan continues to fuck his demon boy. He increases the power of his strokes, somehow keeping them gentle. Every thrust pokes and prods Drew's prostate. Kissing Drew, he savors the mix of his husband's spit and his blood. Drew can tell by Aldan's breathing that he's close. No words need be exchanged. Aldan leans his head down and bites Drew's shoulder, his dull omnivore's teeth hurting before they draw blood. He kisses Drew, mixing their blood together with their spit. "I will always love you, Drew. I will always be your husband and I will always seek you. In this life and beyond . . ." His head arches back and he grunts and gasps, his cock swelling and erupting inside of Drew. Two, three strong ropes shoot deep into the boy and then Aldan hurriedly withdraws and jacks himself, milking his load onto Drew's chest and stomach. Four more ropes, thick and sticky, wet and warm, pelt Drew's chest and stomach.

As soon as Aldan cums, Drew feels himself come close to ejaculating as well. Without even touching his hands, he has his own orgasm after his lover finishes shooting all over his stomach. Five shots spurt out into the pool of mixed semen. He looks at it in amazement, beaming with love. "What a beautiful mess." He places his hand in it, sucking up the cum, and then puts his hand out to Aldan, who sucks his fingers respectfully. They clean up all of their cum by eating it, then they collapse into each others arms, exhausted, deeply in love. A few minutes later after resting, Drew props himself up. "Ready to clean me?" He walks over to the bowl of water, large enough for him to sit in if he wanted to, only two feet tall. He sits next to it and puts a cloth on his knee.

"A little wine as I wash." He pulls a chair next to his boy, fills glasses for each of them. He raises his glass. "To my husband." They clink glass and drink. Aldan wets the cloth and begins to wash Drew. He kisses just before he washes an area. Using firm, gentle strokes he makes the washing a sensual experience, almost a cleansing massage.

Drew places his hand into the water, warming it up. "That should help. Tell me when you want me to stand up."

Aldan nods. He washes Drew carefully, mindful of what awaits. He doesn't dwell, though, pushing those thought aside to concentrate on Drew's body. Memorizing he hair, every pore, every goose bump, the smell, the taste, the feel of every inch of his husband. "Okay, stand, please." He continues with the legs and lower body, studying closely, etching every detail into his brain. He lets Drew take the cloth to wash his horns. Washing Drew's butt, he can't resist another dive into his hole, eating him again for a few minutes, before cleaning him. The last place he cleans are Drew's feet, and once finished, Aldan picks Drew up and carries him back to bed, laying him down and sucking his toes for several minutes. "What now, my love. You've been loved and cleaned. What's next, husband?"

He twirls a finger over Aldan's chest, a painful smile on his face, his heart aching knowing that this will be one of their last nights together. He hugs him, kisses his shoulder a dozen or so times, then looks back up at him. "A story. About you, or anything."

"Anything?"

"Sure." He pulls the pillow up a bit closer and adjusts it.

Aldan cuddles Drew close. "As you wish. Let me think." Aldan plays with Drew's hair as he thinks, or his tail if it come close and seems in a mood to play. Aldan holds Drew close, enjoying his warmth and his smell. He wracked his brain for a story. Something to help his boy-husband relax. That meant no war stories, too much death. He had an idea. "Would you like to know about my children?" He thinks for a moment. "Your step-sons and step-daughters, aren't they now?"

Drew hadn't thought about that until now. "Yes, I would love to."

Aldan smiles and kisses the top of Drew's head. "Okay, daddy. Well, I have three sons and one daughter. Bryan is the oldest, he's going to be 11 when the leaves fall this year. He's a serious boy, always thinking, always studying. Even when practicing with the sword or bow, he's always asking question. Picking my brain. He wants to be a soldier, an officer. To lead men into battle." Aldan smiles and fairly swells and glows as he talks. "He's shorter than you, a good deal leaner and thinner, but he's already getting muscles. When his growth spurt hits, he'll be as strong as his old man in no time. We hunt together, fish. I've already mentioned he trains with the sword and bow. And can he ride a horse! Fearless on a horse. He has his own, we keep at the stables down the road from the house. Whirlwind he named him. A little small, but perfect for Bry. Gods, I wish you could see the two of them racing or just riding for fun. When I get home, he asks about you. "How's Uncle Drew? Has the King changed his mind yet?" Such a good boy. He doesn't understand yet that Kings don't change their mind."

He grins, continuing to feel along his lovers skin.

"The next oldest is Milliken. He's 9 last month. He studies just as hard as Bry but doesn't favor sword or bow. Saves every penny he can to buy paper and quill and ink and writes down his flights of fancy. He's got a stack, oh, yay high." He holds his hands two feet apart. "Every page packed full, side to side and top to bottom. He'd got his own shorthand and the wife and I can make neither hide nor hair of most of it. But he reads them to us most nights. Bry got my coloring, eyes, and hair, but Mikey is blonde and green eyed. A little pudgy, but he's a good lad. He'd talk to you for days, writing every word you said."

"Maybe he will write about us one day and publish it."

"Then we have Sally. Oh, sweet Sally. Eight years old and full of piss and vinegar. Hates being a girl. Her brothers have all the fun. Bry gets to play with swords and ride horses, Mikey is going to be a scholar, Sally wants to know why she has to get married. I leave that to her mother." Aldan laughs. "She's fair like, Mikey. She cooks as well as her mother but doesn't want to ever get married. We're hoping that will change, since she's so young. Just hope she finds a husband that respects her and doesn't try to control her." Aldan begins caressing Drew's shoulders and back. He takes a drink of wine and continues. "Our youngest is Jereminy. He's our little hellion. Always asking why, always trying to tag along with Bry. Steals a sword if we're not careful. More than once, he's marched in to inform us he's leaving home to hunt dragons. Six years old, ready to fight any and all. When he gets tired or hungry, he falls back to his age. Needs mommy or daddy to hold him when he sleeps or make him a snacky." Aldan laughs. "His hair is mud colored because he's always covered in mud. Most of the time he looks like a goblin, covered in dirt and leaves."

Drew sits up on his elbow, his tail flaunting around as he takes in what he's learned about his stepchildren, those he believes he will never see. "What about your wife?"

Aldan sighs, He looks at Drew, or rather looks beyond him as if seeing a mirage in the distance. His fingers absently trail lightly over Drew's skin. "Which one?" He smiles as he asks.

"Hey!" He pokes his stomach. "I'm no wife. I'm your husband."

"And a fine husband at that!" Aldan pokes and tickles Drew, before pulling him in close and wrapping his arms around his demon love. "Katey is better than any of us deserve. She doesn't understand you and I, but she trusts me. I've been a soldier all my life and I've marched and bled over three kingdoms. I've had my share of camp women and beggar boys. But I always come home to Kate." He sighs "And she's always been there when I've returned." Aldan leans over Drew, grabbing the glass and finishing the wine. "We have our rituals, Kate and I. When I return from a campaign, we walk together along the river and I confess every transgression I've made. So far, she's forgiven each one. Men stray, she tells me. I've strayed less than most, I suppose." He looks at Drew and brushes down a few stray hairs, gently tracing a finger along his horns. "I never loved another until you. She has a hard time with that, I think. She asked me why and I can't explain it to her. Were you a free man..." Aldan's voice trails off and he falls silent.

"Ssshhhh." Drew takes Aldan's hand, kissing it. "You said that she's pregnant. When will your next child be born?"

Aldan's face brightens, excitement shining from his eyes. "Four, maybe five months. The midwife and omens say it will be another son."

"And this will be the last one? You'll be quite busy with that many rascals always running around." He brushes one hand over Aldan's hairy chest, playing with the curls in it, hoping to relax him. "You said that your son Bryan asks about me a lot. Why don't you bring him here? Let me meet him."

"Kate says it will be the last one, but she said that after Sally. When she found she was pregnant with Jer, she could have ended it. The midwife has a mixture that would have purged the pregnancy. She chose not to. She had that chance this time, too. Who's to say what she'll do next time? I suspect we may have one or two more after this." He watches Drew playing with his chest hair. "It calms me when you do that. I want nothing more than to close my eyes and let your hands and mouth wander all o'er me. Bring Bryan? Are you sure?"

Drew nods. "Sure. You don't have to. I mean, would you let your son speak and get to know any other killer in the prison other than me?" He laughs at his own joke.

Laughing, Aldan nods. "You are his step-father, after all. Very well. Tomorrow, I'll bring him along, if he wants to come and Kate has no objection." He thinks for a moment. "We might be able to arrange something special." Drew recognizes the look on Aldan's face. He's planning something.

"I guess I'll just have to wait and see." He snuggles up closer but avoids having his horns puncture Aldan's skin. "You can fall asleep whenever you want. I'll wake you up like I always do."

Aldan settles in next to his lover. He sighs contentedly, kissing Drew's forehead. "I will dream of you." Closing his eyes, Aldan's breathing become deep and regular, falling asleep in a matter of minutes.