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Ceald Amothien	By : wanderingaddict Category: +M through R > Neverwinter Nights Views: 7242 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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So
I've been kind of sitting on this for a while, and yet it keeps doing
nothing but grow longer and longer, so I finally decided to just cut
the chapter in half and post the other part later. I wasn't sure
where I wanted to go with it at first, but then inspiration struck
and I figured it out. Sorry to take so long, really, I am, I know how
often I check for updates too, heh. Um... On to old reviews!
Arimikoe: Wow, I'm so glad that someone else can see Ceald in
the same light that I do, really, that makes and author feel so good
about himself when someone can describe his character so clearly- it
means that I must be doing something right! Lunar: Thanks so
much, seriously, so much! Like, as in, way, seriously, SO MUCH! Nex:
I know, I hate the update times too, and really, I'm sorry! I'm out
of the slump I fell into, hopefully I'll stay out of it this time.
Fawnheart: I already thanked/talked to you, so again you get
nothing, heh, sorry. Mistah Eleganza: I reread something you
said earlier, about Valen's careful fragility, could you elaborate?
There's no right or wrong, I just want to see if someone out there's
getting how I'm trying to get the demon to come across. Ermine
White: No, you're not crazy at all! I think this is the only
chapter where I haven't mentioned Oerth, so maybe this'll break the
chain, heh. Asha Crone and Ray: Haha, I'm glad you two
are still interested! Free fairy dragons for all! I'm really, really
proud of this trend that people think of my story as something solid,
it makes me feel all tingly
inside. Anon:
You and me both buddy, haha! I'm glad it's part of that “upper
tier” of writing, I constantly worry someone'll just come along
and tear it to pieces. Unseelie:
*cowers*
No! No, I'm sorry! Put away the cat-o-nine tails! An injured author
is one who can't write! Haha! mmonster:
haha, I'll try and think of more witty fun parts then, if they're so
well liked. maneo:
your review really intrigues me, and it's something I often ask
myself too. It seems to me that, as a fantasy world, they're not
really bound by the same grammatical rules that we are, since there's
no reason to assume that their language evolved the same as ours.
Granted, I do try to keep away from any “obvious” slang,
but some things seem so basic to language (such as word abbreviations
and “vulgar” references) that I can't help but feel that
they're pretty much ingrained in all societies. Well, at least,
that's where I'm coming from, so maybe I'm just too close to see
what you do? If you elaborated a little, or used a few examples,
that would help so immensely. Iris:
Aww, you're welcome! And I'm glad you turned it on to first person,
heh, I can sympathize. Yuko Kiba: Yeah, I figured that since Ceald
would have simply blown a bunch of ungrateful bitches to pieces, the
drow of Lith My'ather have been sort of “innoculated” by
the Seer's forces somewhat for their own protection.

On
to the story! (Unless you skipped that wall of text and are already
here, in which case you may proceed anyways).

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I
burned.

From
the inside out, it seemed my body was consuming itself as Valen
pressed himself harder against me. The way his mouth moved against
mine, his demonic tongue flicking in and out teasingly, hinting at
thousand promises with each sweep, was driving me wild. I tried to
hold my own, working my lips hard, my tongue tracing the cavern of
his mouth, darting away from his tongue continually until he trapped
mine against the roof of his mouth with his own. It devastated any
reserve I had left.

Blood
pounded in my ears, and the few, sharp, lungfuls of air sucked
through my nose weren’t nearly enough to keep my head clear.
Valen’s arms clutching me tightly to his chest, his fingers
digging into my back and nearly lifting me from the ground didn’t
help either. His hands seemed to gravitate back to all the sore spots
he’d found yesterday, sending waves of delightful ache through
my brain. I wanted to whimper and squirm, mewling pitifully into his
mouth every time the fingers of one splayed hand would dig into the
knots in my shoulders. Kissing Valen wasn’t nearly what I had
expected it to be. Foolishly, I had assumed he would be no different
than the coltish farmboy I’d met in Hilltop, a blushing,
awkward encounter that had involved a whole lot of nervous
uncertainty and first-time exploration. How wrong I was to think that
the demon lay anywhere close to the level of inexperience I did. No,
no, Valen had a dangerous amount of skill, and between his mouth and
his hands I feared I would be driven insane. The demon was a
veritable force of nature, effortlessly drowning me with the
intoxicating presence of his sculpted body, the warm, hard planes of
his chest giving life to a deep-seeded longing to taste his bare
skin, but I couldn’t muster the will to pull free from Valen’s
kiss. Nothing mattered- not the rooftop, the festival below, the
Seer, not even the Valsharess. Nothing mattered except the demon's
mouth, working in tandem with mine. His tongue rolled beneath mine as
he worked his jaw, sucking and pulling it into his own mouth, and
then I realized something; the demon’s mouth tasted of sparks
and the snap of cinders.

My
mouth watered, my eyes rolling back in my head at the tingle of
ecstasy that rippled through my veins as I melted against him. This
was like nothing I had ever experienced, this burning bundle of
desire welling up and nearly overwhelming all the rules and
self-restraint that I continually bound myself with. I had no
defense, no idea what to do, how to reign in the lust coursing
through my body or whether I should try to push myself further,
refuse to back down, do whatever it took to get this flame
extinguished.

A
riot of sensation smothered my every thought, and yet I still craved
more. I wanted to feel the demon touch every part of my soul,
taste my fiercely guarded heart and devour me. Anything, anything he
wanted I would do, so long as he promised to tear me apart and leave
me broken and whole- Asco’s tainted blood, I was losing my
mind! I ground against his body, letting one hand wander over the
smooth lines of his arms before slipping it up under his haori.
The other hand was on the back of his head, clasping his lips to
mine. A kiss that lasted an eternity in my mind, yet was over in a
second as Valen pulled his lips mere inches away from mine, his
breath heavy and hot when it passed over my cheeks. Dazed, it was all
I could to do to not sink to my knees.

“Ceald,”
Valen started, before he was silenced again when I stretched up on my
toes to steal a kiss that lasted twice as long as the first. The
demon needed little encouragement to run his hands along my sides,
stopping periodically to grasp at the jutting bones of my hips. He
tugged and pushed, rolling his tongue back into my throat in a few
teasing thrusts before he manages to remember himself. “Ceald,”
Valen gasped again as he pulled away once more, this time turning his
face to protect his mouth. I had been expecting this though, and ran
my tongue along the underside of his chin as he struggled to speak.
He growled when I sank my teeth into his neck, finally bringing his
hands to my shoulders to force me back. The sight of the demon’s
face, flushed dark, his bruised lips nearly black, was
extraordinarily erotic. He ran both hands up over my neck, trailing
his fingers over my arms as he took a steadying breath. “Ceald,”
he said, his deep, raspy voice dark and husky. “How far do you
want to go with this tonight?” he asked, pulling one of my
hands out from inside his shirt and the other from his hair. The
demon stretched my arms out behind him, using his longer reach to
force them low. Overbalanced, I had to lean hard into his stomach in
order to keep upright, though Valen didn’t seem to care.
Light-headed from euphoria and rolling my tongue in bewilderment, the
sensation of the demon’s tongue still strong in my mouth, I
nuzzled the vulnerable skin laid bare by the parted vee of his shirt.
“Hey!” Valen snapped, jerking my hands, startling me
enough to tilt my face up to his. “I need to know when I have
to stop.” He kept his hands locked around my wrists, his eyes
boring through me.

Those
eyes, those words had something of a sobering effect. Until now, it
had been nearly mindless instinct, giving in to what my body had
craved for years, the touch, the warmth of another in its most
sensitive of places. Just the feel of his skin sliding across mine
was enough to leave me weak-kneed and dizzy. Staring up at him then,
I felt a sudden tremor of... something snake through my gut.

Part
of it was due to the presence of the demon himself. He was everything
anyone could ever want in a man; his waist was lean and narrow, his
arms thick and his shoulders broad. His body exuded a sense of sexual
self-confidence that clouded the mind and tore thoughts apart as they
struggled to describe the flawless texture of his alabaster skin when
gripped, the way his lips and eyes darkened as they filled with black
blood. Valen, sculpted and smooth, every hard curve of his body
nothing short of perfection, was something from an erotic fantasy I’d
never dared to dream would come true. It wasn’t so much that
his body was so spectacularly attractive that I’d thought my
fantasy unattainable as it was the combination of his pretty face and
the hardened soul I saw lurking under those stormy, ice-blue eyes.
I'd always yearned for the shelter of someone greater, stronger than
I, and, stretched as I was across the iron planes of the demon's abs,
his unyielding gaze locked with mine, there was a large part of my
mind that wanted desperately to sink into the illusion of strength
that Valen offered. For a moment, for an hour, for a night, it did
not matter how long, only that gave me a few moments of bliss that I
could warm myself with when the inevitable feelings of loneliness
returned.

With
the urge to push forward came the urge to fall back. Though the press
of his body, the touch of his hot skin against my face was
exhilarating, I was also disconcerted by the power my desperation
seemed to have over my mind. This was territory I had never explored.
The total number of guys I’d fooled around with I could count
on one hand, and only one those had been someone I’d met more
than once, yet here I was contemplating sex with a man, a
demon, who until two days ago had been nothing more than a bodyguard
to make sure I didn’t kill myself before I slew the Valsharess,
solely because his body drove me wild- wait, what the hell was I
doing! Valen had just offered to have sex with me! What the hell was
I afraid of? A mind-blowing fuck with a man who was easily one of the
most attractive creatures I’d ever seen? Sex with someone who
was more than a quick, heavy paw in the back of a stables?

I
wanted to sneer at my own cowardice.

In
the end, it was that uncertain fear that tilted the scales. I was
powerful. I was strong. There was nothing I feared, least of all
myself. I felt something swell inside my chest, excitement perhaps,
driving me forward. It was that same, dominating impulse that drove
me to leap into battle without thought, forced me to act despite my
misgivings. I sucked a dry breath past my lips, wondering if Valen
could hear the mad pounding of my heart. I stared up at him, panting
lightly, the thrill of a challenge nearly choking my throat. “And,”
I breathed, raising my chin in defiance, daring him to back down.
“What if I don't want to stop?” I was amazed at my own
choice of words, that I could sound like I had a clue about what I
was doing.

The
small feeling of elation that I had felt started to fade as the demon
simply continued to stare, his cold, hollow eyes as unreadable as
ever. A twinge of unease flickered through me as the silence
stretched on, and I forced a dry swallow, wondering if perhaps I'd
been too forward. Just as I started to think that maybe I had, Valen
released his grip on my wrists and slid his arms around me, the
corners of his mouth twitching upwards in a smile, and he leaned
forward to brush his lips against my ear. “Then I would be the
luckiest tiefling in all of Toril,” he whispered, grazing his
tongue along the sensitive point.

I
shuddered, moving my head to follow his tongue, hoping for more, of
his words or his touch, I couldn't tell. Freed, my arms slid about
his long, smooth chest, his haori falling open completely. He was
built strong, thick, and the chthonian warmth that emanated from his
body felt so hot. I tilted my face into the slight valley formed by
his hard, rounded pecs, nuzzling my nose to his skin as my mind
reeled with sensation. The demon's pale body was so soft,
despite the raised lines of muscle I could feel without even
pressing. My fingers moved of their own volition, sliding up his ribs
to brush my thumbs over the dark nipples. The slight hitch in his
breath when I did made me want to do a whole lot more than simply
melt against him.

“Valen,”
I gasped, my forehead pressed against his chest, inhaling the demon's
presence with each panted breath.

For
a moment there I couldn't think, overwhelmed by the entirety of the
situation. One hand had risen to the back of my head, his warm
fingers spreading through my hair while the other wandered perilously
close to the top of my ass, never quite going far enough to push
further. He pulled back at the sound of my voice, sliding the warm
palm of his and over my cheek to tilt my face up towards his. Valen
stared at me for a long moment, his ice-blue eyes roaming over my
face, sending shivers down my spine. His gaze flicked between mine
and my mouth several times before he spoke. “Do you want to
take this somewhere else?” he asked, the hint of a smirk
teasing his lips.

Trembling,
hardly able to breathe past the feeling of something monumental
rising in my throat, the few seconds it took me to respond seemed
like millennia, torn as I was between that last vestige of fear and
the unknown I faced ahead. My jaw quirked twice before I found the
strength to speak. “Yeah,”I said simply, unable to think
of anything else.

He
actually did smirk then, just a quick flash of canine teeth that I
don't quite think I was meant to see. “Did you have someplace
in mind?” he asked, his expression quickly shifting back to
neutral, “The Tower maybe?” Valen said it with an air of
nonchalance, but I couldn't help sensing a touch of eagerness as
well.

The
thought that Valen wanted this, wanted me, sent a sweet spark of
excitement through my veins. I nodded, a lusty grin on my face,
readily returning to the hot, hungry kisses that seemed to pour from
the demon's mouth. These didn't last nearly as long as the previous
ones, but the heavy pawing more than made up for that. I was
practically climbing him, twining my legs between his, gasping hard
while my hands worked their way up over his back. His beautiful
sea-green shirt lost what little purchase it had on his shoulders and
slipped loose enough that it slid down to his elbows, revealing a
mouthwatering expanse of pale gray flesh that just begged to be
touched.

Wrenching
my mouth from his, I trailed a series of nips and bites down his
neck, using every bit of leverage I could get in order to sink my
teeth into his collarbone, but the victorious taste of his flesh was
short lived. Whether it was because he had managed to recoup his
senses or because I had finally pushed him too far, he found the
strength to break away. He spun me around, immediately snapping his
arms tight to clasp me to his chest.

“Are
you done teasing?” Valen growled into my ear, a trace of amused
vexation in his voice.

His
voice, raspy and deep, made it hard to think. The unbearably warm
hand that had landed on that extremely sensitive stretch of skin down
the center of my chest wasn't helping matters any, and the press of
his groin to the small of my back sealed my defeat. My jaw trembled
for an instant while I scrambled for words. “Yeah?” I
said, uncertain, not really remembering what he had asked. I could
feel his amusement, and for a long moment he did nothing but clutch
me close.

I
felt his arms relax and, though I had warning, the sudden loss of his
dark, looming presence and that infernal heat that radiated from his
skin was still disconcerting. He moved past me, heading for the alley
behind the tavern. Valen rolled his shoulders, shrugging his haori
back into place, much to my disappointment, though I was pleased to
see that he didn't bother fastening the front. He glanced over his
shoulder and caught me staring, but didn't say anything. Simply
smirked one corner of his mouth and gestured with his chin at the
brightly light Maevirr Tower in the distance. “Let's go.”

I
started after him as he sauntered over to the ladder at the back of
the roof, my gaze involuntarily sliding down to the long, spaded tail
that was curling up and about itself, swaying back and forth,
twitching in obvious agitation.

I
had to touch it.

Valen
made it to the edge of the building, hooking his fingers around the
ladder's rail and gracefully swinging out over the alley below. His
eyes flashed towards mine for a second and he shot me a cheeky grin
before throwing his weight back and sliding down the ladder's rims. I
peered over the roof's edge, glancing down to see the demon already
on the ground, his arms crossed as he stared up at me, that smirk
still on his face. Show off.

Drawing
back, I crooked two fingers and jerked them twice, snapping my wrist
back as I conjured the runes in my head. I blinked, suddenly behind
Valen instead of above. The demon shifted, turning to eye me
appraisingly, the lazy smirk never leaving his face. “Cheater,”
he scolded, reaching out to tug me against him.

It
seemed like a great opportunity to plaster myself against his body
again. I fell into him easily, grinning giddily up at his face.
“Takes one to know one,” I taunted, taking advantage of
the proximity to run my fingers over the iron muscles of his chest.

He
rolled his eyes, a touch of exasperation glinting in his smile.
“We're going.” Valen pulled my hands from his chest and
started for the end of the dim alleyway, his tail coiling artfully
and snapping from side to side with each languorous shift of his
hips. I followed closely, the urge to simply reach out and run my
hands down it growing stronger and stronger with each step. The skin
on his tail was darker, and looked tougher than the delightfully
smooth skin on his chest. It darkened to near-black at the spaded
tip, where a sudden flare of something, bone perhaps, or muscle,
caused the skin to form what looked like a calloused exterior as it
was stretched over whatever lay beneath. I couldn't say for sure
because that flared spade was the most active part, twitching and
flipping about over itself.

Breathing
deep, stepping as lightly as I could, I crept into Valen's personal
bubble, careful to remain only one half-pace behind. My fingers
twitched, ready to dart out, but I hadn't worked up the nerve to
follow through. I glanced up at the back of Valen's head, but he
seemed to be occupied with something else. His face was turned
forward, and I could only see a glimpse of his high cheekbones, the
rest of his face hidden by his shoulders. The strange sea-green shirt
with its wide sleeves made his shape near-formless. From behind, no
one would know that it hid a body that could make a god's mouth
water. Salivating myself, I managed a sideways glance at the base of
his tail, the widest point, mere inches away from my spasming hand. I
had to be careful when I did touch it, since most animals didn't
appreciate having their tails jerked or pulled, and I wasn't about to
ruin my chance to, er, get a little lucky with Valen doing something
quite so stupid. Just a quick stroke wouldn't be too bad
right? I took a light breath, moving my hand out over the point where
his tail disappeared into the folds of his pants, hesitating as I
stopped to gauge the demon's attention again. Seeing that he still
hadn't noticed anything amiss, I licked my lips and slipped my
fingers around the base of his tail, just barely skimming the outside
of its skin.

There
was a single second where I felt Valen stiffen, every muscle in his
body suddenly taut, and then there was the brief sensation of his
hand gripping my wrist before I found myself smothered by an ominous
heat. I was wrapped in the demon's embrace, held tightly in his arms
as he struggled to make his breaths look calm and easy. Tyr's heart,
he was fast! He'd whipped around and snatched me into his arms so
quickly that my spinning thoughts nearly missed the ruthful laugh
that escaped his lips.

“Bis'n-ah,”
Valen swore, his mouth curving up. He nuzzled my brow. “You
sure know just what buttons to press, Ceald.” He breathed
deeply, chuckling under his breath, lazily pressing his tongue to my
temple. “Do that again and I'll take you right here,” he
warned, his flirtatious tone rich with dark promise. Valen bent to
kiss me, just a quick touch of his mouth to my lips, before slipping
away, carelessly exposing his back once more. My eyes slid back to
his tail. I reached for it again, but before I got the chance to
touch it the demon had spun around and pinned both hands against his
chest. He tightened the arm around my shoulders, his sky-blue eyes
dancing with laughter as he leaned down to nip at an ear. “Wretch,”
he growled, grinning against my cheek. “I should have known
that wouldn't stop you.”

Blushing
furiously, warmed and aroused by the amorous closeness of Valen's
body, I inwardly marveled at my own audacity. Perhaps the alcohol in
my veins clouded my rational thought just enough that I was able to
touch, feel, whatever I wanted without worry, or maybe it was the
demon himself that pushed me beyond what few boundaries I had left.
“I can't help it,” I said, gazing up at him plaintively.
“You look so good.” My gaze fell to his bared chest, my
tongue thickening as I swallowed at the thought of having my way with
all that pale flesh.

The
demon huffed, a sharp scoff, the corners of his mouth lifting as he
looked away, half-heartedly hiding the dark flush staining his
cheeks. “Just keep your hands to places above the waistline,
Ceald,” he said, trying to use a bit of gruff to hide the note
of pleasure in his voice. I grinned, idly tracing my fingertips down
the hot, hard lines of his stomach.

“My
waistline or yours?” I asked, slipping my hands between his
thighs.

There
was the moment's touch of my fingers to the firm heat of his legs,
before Valen jerked back, pulling my hands free. “Mine!”
he yelled, laughing. He dropped his hold on my wrists and started
back down the alleyway, but I made no move to follow him. I was
frozen in shock. When the demon had jerked my hands from his legs, my
fingers had grazed a warm, rolling mass through the deep folds of
Valen's pants.

I
stared, blankly, for a moment, the pads of my fingertips tingling.
That... I'd just touched Valen's... Well, I mean, it wasn't like I
didn't know he had one, but I hadn't exactly been thinking about that
part of him in particular up till now. A hot surge of arousal flooded
my veins when I turned to look at the demon's back, his tail still
snapping from side to side. If I followed him now, I would get to see
it, be the one to pull it free from the confine of his pants, touch
it, maybe taste, or... or...

A
sudden, sharp, intake of breath shook me out of my thoughts. I moved
to follow Valen, stepping quick to catch up with his longer strides.
He glanced back over his shoulder at the sound of my footsteps on the
cobblestone, eying me warily as I caught up. I flushed and averted my
eyes, looking down at my feet. I could feel the demon's amusement,
but he didn't say anything, instead simply walking in silence.

Anxious
as I was, Valen's habitual reticence left me feeling nervous and
uncertain. Wetting my lips, worried about sinking back into the wide
gulf I had felt open between us on the roof, I cast about for
something to say. “Ah,” I started, biting myself off,
unsure of myself. Valen glanced down at me, arching a copper brow
expectantly. A tinge of red on my face, I forced myself to speak.
“Your tail's that sensitive Valen?”

He
snorted, his mouth curving slightly. “Ouch, no,” he said,
his smirk turning into a grimace. “That would hurt.” He
shuddered. “As often as my tail gets crushed, pinched and
smacked around?” he asked, pointedly. That had been what I had
figured, since I couldn't recall the demon ever yelping in pain or
favoring his tail or anything, but that had been before I'd felt him
stiffen when I simply touched it. A bit of my confusion must
have shown on my face, for he looked away then, quirking his jaw.
“Just the spot where it joins,” he murmured, the tiniest
hint of embarrassment in his voice. I saw him glance at me from the
corner of his eye, then, a hint of one sky-blue orb rimmed with
black. “Imagine if I were to touched you here,” he said,
turning to reach out so casually that I nearly leapt out of my skin
when he cupped his hand under my balls.

“Hey!”
I cried, startled, my face reddening as I stumbled back. “I
thought we were keeping things above the waistline!”

Valen
laughed, catching his hands on my hips to pull me back towards him.
“You,” he grinned, his eyes alight, “Are keeping
things above the waistline. I get to do what I want.” His right
hand slid under my trailing coat to palm the curving swell of my
butt.

“Ah!”
I gasped, struggling to squirm free from his grasp, flustered by the
demon's penchant for teasing. “How's that fair?” I
groused, trying to cover the fact that I was both embarrassed and
thrilled by his touch .

The
demon ignored my wriggling movements, merely shifting my weight from
one arm to the other as his teeth flashed in a smile. “It's
not,” he snickered, rubbing his other hand along the side of my
ribs. He leaned down, closing his eyes as he stole a long, languid
kiss. His mouth was wet and warm, his skin smooth and pliant to the
touch. “Ceald,” he breathed, breaking away when my thumb
flicked across one of his bare, dusky nipples. Valen's arms
tightened, grinding my body into his for a moment, his breath
scalding my neck as he nuzzled his nose against my cheek.

I
settled into him, tilting my head back to meet his cold, imperious
gaze. “Valen,” I sighed, mixing my amusement with false
exasperation. “I don't think we're ever gonna make it to the
Tower.” He cocked his head at me, his teeth flashing in a
lopsided smile, probably meant to be warm, but the wintry chill of
his pale eyes made his expression seem aphotic and hungry.

Loud,
raucous laughter broke the moment when a group of staggering drow
tumbled around the corner a few feet ahead of us, eight or nine men
and women hanging off of each other's arms and tripping over their
own feet. They were passing a few bottles between them still, tossing
back deep swigs even though all of them were more than soused. Purple
cloaks of some shimmery fabric provided some cover, but they wore
nothing beneath, their sweaty, black limbs glittering whenever the
faint light of the glowshards lining the main streets hit them. Their
speech was off-cadence and slurred, and even though it was in the
drow tongue I could tell that it was little more than gibberish. One
of the women tripped and fell to the side, still laughing
uproariously, spotting us as she worked to get back on her feet.

Well,
more accurately, she spotted Valen. I saw her ruby eyes light in
recognition, her mouth widen in excitement, and the scene from the
tavern rose in my mind, the part where I had to wait ten minutes
while the popular demon waded through a dense crowd of congratulatory
drow. Thinking quickly, I looped fat tendrils of magic around Valen's
form, expanding the concealing enchantment to include him as well.
She blinked, her face crinkling in confusion as her eyes kept
slipping from the demon's form. Her mouth opened, but one of her
companions pulled her up and, distracted, she followed them, only
glancing back twice before disappearing down the cross-alley.

Hot
fingers cupped my chin, tilting my face back up. “What, pray
tell, did you do there?” Valen asked, a knowing look in his
ice-blue eyes.

Something
heavy, dangerous and rousing, stirred in my blood at the sudden
reminder of just how close the demon stood. My gaze dropped down to
the corded lines of his abdomen, stealing a peek at the places they
disappeared into his pants. Tyr's heart, I wanted to do nothing more
than just jerk the cloth back and fall to my knees before him.
Wracked with lust, I forced a calming breath through my lungs,
terrified by how desperate I was to taste him. “Nothing
bad,” I said, blushing as I turned away, refusing to meet his
gaze. “I just didn't want to get interrupted.” The clip
of my boots against the cobblestone sounded far too loud, dismissive,
even with the noise of the celebration in the streets, and Valen
suddenly seemed more than a mile away, despite the fact that he
walked only a few paces behind. Scrambling to regain some semblance
of control, I tried to nerve myself with a bit of easy humor. “They
sure like you, Valen.” I turned around to face him,
nonchalantly hooking my fingers behind my belt. “Must be your
lovable personality,” I said lightly, letting my eyes flicker
to the sculpted lines of his bare chest for a moment before returning
to his face. “Or something.”

Valen
rolled his eyes with a sigh of resignation, though his face still
colored, tinging gray as he looked to plain brick walls on either
side, one hand rising to brush his stomach self-consciously before he
let it fall back to his side. “Ceald,” he started to say,
his lips curving, but he broke off, shaking his head. I stared up at
him, my eyes wide and expectant, utterly guileless. His mouth quirked
a few times before he settled for just smirking lazily, sauntering
towards me as I kept walking backwards. “Sometimes-,” he
trailed off with a sigh.

Amused,
and enjoying myself, I arched a brow, mimicking idly curious
expression he so often gave me. “Sometimes...?” I
drawled, wanting to hear the rest of it.

“Nothing.”
He nodded his head at something behind me, that sly smile still on
his face. “Turn right here.”

Following
his glance, I turned to see that we had come upon another twisted
alley junction. The passage Valen wanted me to take led back to one
of the mainstreets that cut through the center of Lith My'ather.
People milled around the alley's entrance, bottles of wine being
passed between them as they fondled each other through their rather
revealing costumes. Even though the night was still relatively young,
it seemed that many of the dark elves were taking a greater interest
in each other than the celebration around them. Watching the way a
bulky girl with the close-cropped hair of one of the Matron's Guard
giggled and reveled in the way a shorter, fierce-looking man forced
her into the alley, I could see why. This was a chance to break from
the many unspoken rules that bound their society so tightly. Here, on
Sulloth Dair, they could over-indulge on drink without fear of
reprisal, play out the secret fantasies of domination and show open
affection in public. It was as though all the guarded emotions that
had been ruthlessly suppressed for the last few years were finally
finding release.

Perhaps
a little too much release. The muscled drow woman, her cheeks tinted
a strong, rosy hue, squealed as I slipped past, the dark elf male's
fingers buried between her thick black legs. She looked like she
would have been the type to sneer at the thought of being with a man
any other day too.

The
pressing awareness I'd had of how close the tall walls of the
buildings were to either side faded as I neared the alley's exit. The
air seemed to open here, with the city's elegant streetlights
lighting the revelers that passed below and the wide boulevard that
cut a straight path through the lavish merchant shops that lined it
to either side, their opulence rising in grandeur the closer the
building got to the Tower soaring high into the cavern behind them.
Most of them were closed now, their windows dark.

Maevirr
Tower shone like a beacon, its brightly lit walls coated in faerie
fire. By following the series of crisscrossing alleyways we had
bypassed a major section of the city's crowded streets and were only
a few blocks away. Pastel hues of blue, green, and purple flickered
along the arches, the windows limed in yellow. It was built in the
same curious architecture as the rest of the city, that is, with
artful curves and square minarets sprouting from every possible
surface. No wall was left undecorated, though it was only through
architectural design and not sculptural motif that any flat surface
was eliminated, but for all that it was covered in seemingly
whimsical decoration, Maevirr still gave an impression of solid
strength. The Tower could easily be seen from any point in the city,
and even among the lavish manors of the merchant drow Maevirr stood
three times taller than any of the wealthy minarets the city's rich
had added to their houses.

Rare
though it was to get lost in Lith My'ather, since even if one
couldn't see the Tower you could still see its glow, I decided to err
on the side of caution and follow Valen's lead instead, given that he
new the city side-streets better. Even here, this far out from the
plethora of taverns and open plazas at the city's center the streets
were still crowded with drunken revelers, drow dancing and laughing
and stumbling about to music that could barely be heard over the
cacophonous din.

I
stopped and turned sideways, looking back at Valen in obvious
invitation that he should take the lead again. The demon slid past me
into the horde of meandering drow with the same graceful ease I'd
seen in the tavern before, a glint sparking in the corner of his eye
when I felt his tail brush hard against my thigh.

His
long, easy strides carried him smoothly through crowd of drow who,
though not consciously aware of it, still parted like water before
him. The demon had an aura of self-assurance about him; it was
something in the way he carried himself, the way he held his head,
cocked ever-so-slightly, with a languid smirk hiding in his cold blue
eyes. I stared at his back, my eyes trailing over the thick braid of
blood-red locks, entranced by the way they showed hints of copper
when the light struck them right. Valen was a glorious swirl of
exotic colors that I would never have thought to find in one person.
He favored clothes that were dark and rich, and never failed to
highlight his perfect, stygian skin. It was the perfect combination
of white, gray, and black, colors I had never seen in another's body.
I had never realized just how much blood color could change the tint
of the skin. Everywhere a normal person's skin tinged red, Valen's
was dark. The joints of his fingers, his lips, the corners of his
eyes, were all darkened grays. Anywhere blood gathered his skin
flushed near black, and-

I
flushed suddenly, my imagination conjuring up an image of Valen's
dick, rising firm, dark, so dark, almost as black as the blood that
flowed through his veins. Breathing hard, struggling to clear the
thought from my head, I tried to think of anything else. At that
point, as though he could read my thoughts, the demon swung his gaze
back, over his shoulder, piercing my soul with a single flash of his
unnaturally vibrant eyes, the irises colored such a clear, electric
blue, made all the more unnerving by the thick band of black circling
the outside rim. He smiled at me, his face warm, encouraging, but in
his eyes there remained that cold, impervious chill that never quite
seemed to thaw.

Looking
away, licking my lips, feeling self-conscious and nervous, I tried to
manage a smile in return, at the same time pretending I was
distracted by the catcalls of the revelers around us, groups of men
and women flirting and jeering at each other as they wandered about
the streets. When I stole a second glance at Valen, he'd turned his
attention back to the street ahead. I stared at the back of his head,
wanting to step forward and touch him, catch his hand or something,
maybe, but I was hesitant to do something that seemed so... intimate.

We
passed two equally packed side-streets before Valen turned into
another one of the narrow alleys that seemed to run throughout the
city. I'd jammed my twitching fingers in my belt, not quite sure how
to fill the silence that, despite my best efforts, constantly seemed
to open between us.

Honestly,
I was left a little bewildered by the bipolar demon. When we were on
the tavern rooftop he had been hot and heavy, he had the one
to suggest we go somewhere to do... more..., he was the one who
flat-out told me that he wanted me in the first place, yet every time
we made for the Tower again he just seemed to shut off, not saying
anything, simply glancing back at me with those sky-blue eyes every
now and then. I wanted to sigh.

Settling
instead for gnawing on the inside of one cheek, I forced my attention
away from Valen's back, glowering at the thick walls to either side.
The alleyways behind the wealthier shops and manor-houses were just
the same as the rest of the city, save for the fact that the stone
was higher quality and the walls built thicker for better defense.
The drow penchant for paranoia was even more obvious here. Not a
single window or other opening had been cut in any of the tall
buildings, and the few doors, for servants, deliveries, and
clandestine meetings, were slabs of stone banded in iron. Sound from
the streets was muffled here, and the only dark elves we saw were in
small groups of two and three, moving quickly through the shadows,
giggling and rubbing against each other purposefully.

The
air started to thicken as I followed Valen, warm, the cloistered feel
of the alleyway returning with the faintest hint of... something I
didn't quite recognize, a sharp, rank smell, like sweat mixed with...
I couldn't quite say what exactly. An almost imperceptible sound
rustled from ahead, nothing more than the vague whisper of cloth
against stone, muted words and hoarse breath. It was soft, subtle,
flowing beneath the noise of the celebration in the distance.
Curious, I edged up to one side, behind the demon, leaning slightly
to peer around him at what lay further down the alley. At first I
didn't quite recognize the significance of
the slowly undulating forms, cloaked in the relative privacy of their
chosen alcove, at least not until my mind recognized that unknown
smell as the pungent scent of sex. I felt my face heat and I tried to
look away, but it seemed that this part of the alley had been
steadily accumulating couple of two and three, sometimes more, since
the celebration had started. Valen kept moving, not taking the least
bit of interest in the dark elves to either side, oblivious it seemed
to even the stacks of crates, and the shadows they cast, that were
the obvious reason so many drow had favored this as part of the alley
as a good place to couple. Two sly, fox-faced brothers had climbed
one of the tall stacks and were sharing a woman between them, one
standing behind her while the other crouched atop a slatted crate
almost as tall they were, forcing his toes in her mouth. My lips
curled as I tied to focus only on Valen's back, but that didn't stop
the flickers of motion in the corners of my eyes.

Quick
fucks with a long aftermath of kisses, soft touch, and multiple
partners appeared to be the name of the game tonight. We passed more
and more grinning, exhausted drow as they cuddled in dark corners,
their obsidian skin glistened with sweat as the they pawed at the
limbs of those around them, breathing heavily and plastering wet
kisses on whatever flesh strayed too near their mouths. Flushing to
the point I could feel my ears turn red, I carefully picked my way
through the splayed limbs of the few unconscious drow who'd had a bit
too much to drink, ignoring the throaty chuckles that sounded from
either side.

My
ears pricked at the sound of a long, low moan, and I couldn't help
glancing in its direction before I could catch myself. On a large,
tarp-covered crate sat one of the diminutive drow males, his fingers
twined in the alabaster locks of the figure before him. Kneeling,
with their face buried in the smaller man's crotch and a bright,
garish cloak hiding their body, it was impossible to tell whether his
partner was a man or woman, especially since many drow females tended
to be bigger and bulkier than most of their male counterparts. What
they were doing with their mouth was more than apparent, however. The
slender man had one leg hooked over the figure's shoulder, his left
hand buried in its hair, while he braced his right side against the
stack of crates, using the extra leverage to thrust his hips back and
forth into the figure's mouth, his face a mask of delight.

He
let out a sudden cry, his knee clutching at the kneeler's shoulders
as his body tightened and convulsed. From where I stood I could see
the charcoal skin of his buttocks shake and quiver as his partner's
fingers clutched hard at his thighs. Falling backwards, he slumped
down with an exuberant laugh, looking boneless and spent. The cloaked
figure, a man, I'd decided, stole the opportunity to roll the spent
elf's hips back, immediately burying his tongue between the drow's
tight cheeks. I couldn't help staring as the slender man simply lay
there, grinning, as his partner slurped a fierce, wet trail down his
crack.

“Do
you like to watch, Ceald?” Valen asked, his raspy voice low,
his mouth startlingly close to my ear.

I
jerked back in surprise at the demon's sudden appearance, my face
practically on fire at being caught so openly. “Valen!” I
hissed, pushing past him quickly in an effort to hide both my
horrible embarrassment and to refrain from alerting the drow to our
presence. The enchantment was based on sight, not sound, after all.

The
demon wasn't about to let up, however. He fell into place at my side
and, though I was pretending to be fascinated by the wall on my left,
I could still feel his crystal-blue gaze pass over me. “Was
that something you've done before?” he asked, conversationally
adding, “I've never seen that before coming to Faerun.” I
hadn't thought it possible for any more blood to rush to my face, but
Valen seemed set on seeing how red I could get. I struggled to think
of something to say, anything that could give me a bit of control,
but nothing even passable came to mind. My thoughts just kept
circling the fact that he was so casually asking if I'd ever... ever
gotten a... rimjob. I saw his smirk in the corner of my eye. “Would
you like me to do that to you?” he asked lightly, his eyes
still forward.

Tyr's
heart! The demon's words sank into my mind before I had the chance to
process them, the thought of him using his mouth... like that sending
sparks through my veins. My entire gut twisted, imagining the
sensation of kneeling over his face, his hot hands spreading me wide,
feeling his tongue flick out to... to lick... to flick over... flick
over my... I flushed, keeping my eyes on the ground.

Flustered
as I was, the abrupt exit from the alleyway to the street just before
the Maevirr Tower, the fortress bordering the cavern wall, was rather
disconcerting. The gates in the high wall that surrounded the few
outbuildings were open and unguarded, the courtyard empty, as was the
rest of the street. Most of the drow, it seemed, had congregated in
the central plazas of the city proper where the excitement was
greatest.

Unsettled
still by Valen's rough flirting, by the drow in the alley, I was
hesitant of crossing between those great steel gates. The hard fact
that I was planning to have sex with the demon loomed large in my
mind. I was going to let him know me in a way that I'd never
shared with anyone else, and that coil of fear that I'd tried so hard
to keep buried all night reared its ugly head. I was going to have
sex. With Valen. A man who I knew, and obviously knew so much more
than me. I bit the inside of my lip in worry as we walked into the
wide, square courtyard, our footsteps on the flagstones the only
noise save for the celebration in the distance. It seemed like it was
even worse for the fact that I knew I shouldn't worry, that I should
take this all in stride, since at any point I could back out or call
the night off, but the thought of having tried and failed at
something so simple as sex rankled in a way that left me feeling
unpleasant and... weak. Still, that same uncertain fear chafed in my
gut, and I found myself starting worry.

Warm
fingers grasped my elbow, forcing me to stop and look up over my
shoulder as Valen stared down at me, his cold eyes the softest I'd
ever seen them. “Ceald,” he said, quietly, “Are you
sure about this?”

No
was the first thought through my head, but... could I bear backing
out now? Could I look in the mirror tomorrow with the knowledge that,
even though I could slaughter a dragon with a flick of my wrist, I'd
ran from sex, cowered in my room because I was afraid? How
many times already had I decided to play it safe and back away before
anything real happened? There had been that eager halfling
bard in Silverymoon, and then that lonely paladin in Amn. Both had
made their interest apparent from across the room, yet each time,
desperate though I was for companionship, I hadn't even been able to
muster the courage to approach them for their names. For days
afterwards, on the long stretches of empty road between cities, I'd
beaten myself over and over for not taking the chance when I saw it,
taking the opportunity to go beyond the realm of fantasy and actually
experience the touch, the feel of another person in places known only
to myself. Was I still so weak that I would run, yet again, from
something I wanted to experience so badly, simply because my fear was
too great? Valen tilted his head slightly, his cold, sky-blue eyes
showing nothing save for the faint reflection of one pathetic little
elf. Inwardly sneering at myself, I raised my chin in challenge,
meeting his imperious gaze with one of my own. “Are you?”
I asked, feigning courage, struggling not to cringe from his
disconcerting stare. Unable to hold his gaze for much longer, I
dropped my eyes to the hand running down his chest, trying to mask
the fact my heart had crawled into my throat. On impulse, I
channeled, the spell flickering through my mind with ease. The sudden
flow of power, even if it was just a fraction of my normal strength,
gave me the resolve I needed to regain control of my nervous fear. I
was strong. I was powerful. Archmage in all but name and all that. My
eyes slid back up to his, gaining a little confidence now in my own
ability. “I think I'm the one with the upper hand here,”
I said, roping the strands of air around his arms, his legs, gently,
just enough so that he would take notice of their presence.

Valen
blinked at me, slowly, one side of his mouth curving up. He cocked
his head again. “Well then,” he purred, his voice smokey
and dark as he reached for me. I dropped his invisible bonds, letting
him circle his arms around my shoulders as he drew me into a long,
deep kiss. His tongue was hot, his mouth moist, and I felt my eyes
roll beneath their lids when it felt like he was going to taste the
back of my throat. All too soon he broke away, pulling back to sweep
his gaze across my panting face. “Your room or mine?” he
asked, his eyes half-lidded and sultry.

Any
self-doubt I’d been feeling washed away at the sight of the
demon’s ice-blue orbs hooded with desire. My jaw tightened as I
drew a careful, calming breath between my teeth. Two choices to
consider; the familiar safety of my own room, or the unknown danger
of Valen's. Shifting my weight, I glanced away, wetting my lips as I
tried to speak. The thought of being in Valen's bed, surrounded by
the demon's flesh, by his scent, was intoxicating in a way I'd never
quite known before. I choked back the hot, rolling wave of arousal
that rose from something deep and visceral inside. “Yours,”
I breathed, struggling to control the surge of lust that had taken
hold of my mind.

Teeth
flashing, he smirked and stole another searing kiss before pulling
away. I followed him, breathless, to the great, round lift platform
just before the Tower entrance. Valen activated the raised control
orb at the center of the circle, the edges of the onyx stone limning
with cerulean magelight as the lift soared up the front of the Tower.

Unsurprisingly,
Valen's room was right next to the Seer's, in the defensible section
reserved for noble guests a little more than two-thirds of the way up
the Tower. The elevator balcony on this floor had an entrance flanked
by two armored statues, drow women bearing polearms nearly twice the
size of a normal elf. Latent magic enchanted the stone, probably
ready to activate whenever an alarm was sounded. The arch between
them was lit with cyan faerie fire, and golden curtains sheltered the
hallway beyond.

Aside
from the brief moments of fierce kisses and heavy pawing, snatched
whenever one of us pushed the other too far, the walk through the
Tower's outer halls to his room was a blur. I vaguely registered the
dim, diffused lighting and the same black marble pillars that were so
profuse throughout the city, but other than that all all my attention
was focused on the way the demon's skin slid over the hardened
muscles that lay beneath, how built his body was compared to his
tall, lean frame, desperate to find out why his every move was so
seductive. After another one of those searing, whole-body kisses (I'd
pinned Valen against the wall so he had to fight to get away), the
demon moved all of two steps to a large alcove, this one outlined in
violet fire, and opened the beautifully carved door with something of
a cocky flourish, gesturing for me to go first.

Giving
him a stale stare, though amused by his cheeky grin, I went in,
trying to take in as much detail as I could. Most of the room was
layered in the same crimson red, the color of Lloth, that appeared in
the rest of the Tower, but there was a fair sprinkling of the
opulent, Maevirr cerulean and gold scattered about. Exquisite
mushwood tables, their ebony surfaces glinting in the light from the
glowshards hidden in the recessed ceiling, lined the walls, carefully
decorated with delicate glass.

Fingers
touched my elbow. An involuntary shiver ran down my spine as I
turned, startled still by the way the demon seemed to touch. Valen's
mouth was already closing over mine, one hand on my face and the
other circling my waist to pull me close. More than willing to give
in, I deepened the kiss, breathing hard through my nose, hungry for
more of the demon's tongue, the demon's taste in my mouth. I buried
my fingers in his thick, coarse hair, working at untangling his
warrior's braid while I absentmindedly felt his own hands slip down
to the lined buttons of my coat. A few times he'd break away, pulling
back just far enough to steal a peek at what his fingers were doing,
but he still seemed to be having trouble getting the buttons undone.
I, on the other hand, had already managed to free his mass of rich
red hair, idly pushing at the sea-green haori or whatever from his
shoulders.

Annoyed,
with a sharp huff of irritation, Valen tossed his shirt aside and
finally just shoved me back a step to concentrate on the obstinate
buttons on my coat. Unable to keep the amusement from showing on my
face, I decided to help him, deliberately sticking my fingers between
his and making him fumble every time he went for a new button. He
glared at me when he realized that my innocence was feigned, his
mouth trying to scowl and smile at the same time. I laughed, dropping
my hands and apologizing. “I'm sorry,” I said, trying to
appear contrite, but it was hard to hide my grin. Composing myself,
still chuckling on the inside, squared my shoulders to let him
finish. A hint of vexation remained in his glare, but he finished
quickly, having a much easier time without my interference. He yanked
the tight coat back over my shoulders and jerked me close, trapping
my arms behind me as he towered above. Aroused by the slight bit of
dominating satisfaction I could see in his eyes, I let him keep me
trapped, simply raising my chin in an open invitation to be kissed.

This
kiss felt radically different. There were no wandering hands, no
distracting touches, only his lips, full and soft, working against my
mouth, his tongue darting in and out as I tried to hold my own, my
fingers aching to brush over his skin. Restrained, I could only sink
into the shield of his body, unable to do anything but give in before
the fierce onslaught of his mouth, though that's not to say I
couldn't act on my own.

Sliding
one leg forward, I stepped into him, slowly maneuvering
the demon back towards his bed with each subsequent stride. It was
hard, urging him to move backwards while still trying to keep my
mouth attached to his, his hands still on the coat keeping my arms
tied behind my back, but his jerk of sudden surprise when his knees
hit the edge of his bed was more than worth it. I threw my weight
against him, tumbling us both onto it. Valen hit the silken, scarlet
sheets first, catching me tight as I hastily twisted my arms free of
the confining coatsleeves and tossed it aside, not caring that I'd
pulled it inside-out. Burying my fingers in his gorgeous hair, I
tightened my grip to turn his head toward mine. “Hey,”
the demon said as I rubbed my cheek against his jaw. “Ceald,
wh-!” My tongue snaked into his mouth, tingling as I felt the
spark and snap of cinders again. I held the hard, demanding kiss
until I felt his body fall slack, and at first I took it as a sign of
lazy acceptance of what I was doing with my mouth. So encouraged, I
bit into his collarbone, scrapping my teeth along his shoulder until
I came to the crook of his neck, where I nuzzled my nose into his
skin, sweet thoughts of honey and caramel running through my head. It
wasn't until I felt him refuse to tilt his head despite my gentle
urgings that I realized he was doing it on purpose. Confused by his
lack of response, I raised myself up on all fours to peer down at his
face, a tinge of concern that I had done something wrong running
through me.

“Tell
me something,” he said, his gaze cool and aloof. “Why are
you here right now?”

Staring
blankly, startled by Valen's abrupt shift in demeanor, my thoughts
reeled from trying to follow whatever path his had taken. My eyes
flickered to his state of half-undress, and I couldn't help shrugging
one shoulder half-heartedly. “Isn't it obvious?” I asked
with grin.

He
rolled his eyes, one side of his mouth twitching reassuringly. “I
meant, why, with me?” he clarified, taking the same
conversational tone he'd had in the tavern. His hands, with their
long, warm fingers, found their way to my sides. “You heard my
reasons. Let me hear yours.”

Arms
braced to either side of his head, my legs straddling
his waist, I realized that the demon wasn't simply teasing or trying
to get me to say that we were about to have sex. Incredulous, I
stared at him, blinking while I tried to reason out what he wanted to
hear. “You’re really asking me that now?” I really
wasn't sure what to make of Valen's sudden decision to talk just when
I'd finally started to let my inhibitions go.

Rubbing
one hand along my back as he shot a fleeting glance down at the space
between his chest and mine, a slight smile formed on his lips.
“Indulge me,” he begged, his voice rich with amusement.
“What made you say yes?” The demon's eyes, though hooded,
were bright.

I
hesitated for a long moment before speaking. “Honestly?”
I asked, trying to stall for more time. He stared expectantly as a
bundle of words caught in my throat. I glanced aside, my eyes passing
over the crimson curtains on the walls, the opulent cerulean hangings
between them. It seemed like there was so much I could say, should
say, half-truths and outright lies, but nothing came to mind that
would let me get away without revealing too much. My eyes returned to
his icy-blue ones, and as I stared down at him I couldn't help but
wonder if maybe it was wrong of me to not show a softer side, some
form of deeper attachment. His confession on the roof came back to
me, and I gnawed the inside of my cheek, a touch of chagrin welling
up inside. Valen must have taken one hell of a risk there; was a
little something in exchange so bad? I clacked my teeth, letting my
gaze flicker to nothing in particular. “There’s something
inside that burns for you,” I said, not quite sure how to
better explain it. I thought he deserved a little more something than
that, so I tried to clarify it with, “I’ve never met a
man that drives me like you.” He looked intrigued at that,
opening his mouth to speak, but I cut him off quickly. “No,”
I growled, closing that last inch between us to scrape my teeth
against his lips. “No more talk.” I put as much force
into the words as I could, brooking no opposition. I'd spent the
night worrying, fretting, over nothing, and now that I'd finally
worked my way this far I wasn't about to let the demon back out. “I
want to do more.”

Valen's
eyes were half-lidded and lazy as he studied me for a moment, that
ever-present smirk fluttering around the corners of his lips.
Finally, he shrugged and brought his hands to my thighs, running his
fingers up over my hips to grasp at my waist. “What is it you
had in mind?” he asked, his raspy, masculine voice husky
and low.

Tremors
slipped through my skin at the sound of his voice, agitating my
already heightened sensitivity. I pressed my nose to his cheek,
nipping his jaw in an effort to regain control of my raging lust. It
didn't help. His very presence was intoxicating, his body radiating
that damn infernal heat that seemed to effortlessly worm its way
under my skin. I huffed in aggravation, forcing my body to push away
from his mind-numbing heat. Sliding backwards off the bed, I stood,
pulling him upright so that I could steal a dominating kiss. “Sit,”
I commanded, exhilarating excitement coursing through my veins. There
was so much I wanted to do to the demon that I didn't know where to
start.

Sinking
to my knees, I forced his legs apart and moved between them, reveling
in the surge of power that coursed through my blood. The way Valen
simply sat there, waiting to be used, was so... I leaned forward,
pressing my mouth to the center of his chest, nuzzling the round,
raised ridges of his built pectorals. Tyr's heart! Every time I
tasted him I found myself wanting so much more. Breathing
hard, gasping, I ran my tongue, my fingers, over to his dark nipples,
tonguing and thumbing them gentle as I nuzzled his skin, my eyes
rolling beneath my lids. In some distant corner of my mind I felt
Valen run his hands around my neck, stroking my ears, shoulders, and
arms, but I paid him no mind. I was ravenous. I bit and nipped and
soothed a trail of hungry kisses down his stomach, which, even
sitting, remained firm and rigid. He leaned back on his elbows,
taking a hint as to where this was going. When I reached the sharp
lines defining his navel, I paused for breath, occasionally sneaking
my tongue out to lap at his smooth, tantalizing skin. If I went
lower... Oh, Tyr, if I went lower I'd find his- I'd find his dick,
hardening, filling with blood. I'd be able to touch and play with
and- mother of- fuck! My mouth filled with saliva, and, dizzy, heart
pounding in my ears, I dropped my arms from his chest, using one for
support as I pulled back, and bringing the other to palm the meaty
mound in his crotch.

The
silk cloth of the hakama felt disappointingly rough to the touch
after my ardent exploration of his skin, but the stygian warmth, and
the knowledge of what lay beneath, was unbelievably thrilling. I
gripped the cloth tight and pulled back, slowly, my eyes fixed on the
the slight patch of copper-red curls, on the grayed column hanging
against the wrinkled skin of his sac, and then, and then I'd pulled
his pants out to his knees, and... unveiled... I felt my tongue
swell, my breath catching as I couldn't help but stare.

His
cock was fleshy, thick, and beautiful. I paused for a moment, my jaw
quivering, trying to commit every inch to memory, torn from the
indecision of having to choose between looking at and touching it,
feeling it, running my hands over the dark, dark veins hiding in the
shaft. Nerving myself, fearful of what I'd see in Valen's eyes if I glanced up, I
focused on the feel of my fingers wrapping around the fat flesh of
his shaft, utterly enthralled with how silky smooth the grayed skin
felt, and inadvertently sending another
pulse of blood to his dick. The feel of it filling in my hand was
heady and strong, and I couldn't help but lean forward, my eyes
shifting to the tip of the demon's dick. His foreskin remained
bunched, not even hinting at what lay beneath. Intensely curious,
desire sending electrical sparks through my brain, I gripped his
shaft tight and slid his abundant foreskin back, my breath catching
in my throat as I felt it thicken, as I slowly exposed the
not-quite-black flesh that lay beneath. My mouth watered, and I had
to swallow quickly before I started to drool at the sight of the
demon's hefty cock fully exposed, his foreskin rolled back, the dark
gray head practically begging to be touched.

I
had to taste it. More than taste. I had to... worship...

Leaning
forward, my blood pounding in excitement, I closed my eyes and
slipped his cock into my mouth, reveling in the sensation of my mouth
being filled, of the sleek head sliding so easily around my tongue. A
soft moan escaped Valen's lips, all the encouragement I needed to
start bobbing my head up and down, slowly at first, to ease his ample
shaft into my throat, rhythmically sucking
and squeezing his cock at a slow, methodical pace. I felt him stiffen
and flex, hardening in my mouth as he shifted his weight back with a
luxuriating groan, his legs widening as he sank deeper onto his
elbows. My mouth may have been stretched wide around his cock, but
that didn't stop the pleased smile from trying to form on my face.
This was something I knew, something I was good at. I was a little
surprised at how easily I fell back into it, but considering how
often me and Lathrop, one of the big, friendly farmkids from Hilltop,
would disappear together- well, long story short, my time in that
little town included just a tad bit more than Master Drogan's
teachings. Valen gave an exuberant groan of delight when I brought my
free hand up to tug at his balls, his loose skin rolling gently
through my fingers.

“Oh,
Ceald,” he breathed, one hand curling through my hair. I snuck
a glance at his face as I slid my mouth back along his cock, working
my tongue along the underside of his dick. He'd thrown his head back,
his alabaster skin nearly glowing where the light struck, the darker
lines of his corded chest and neck providing a striking contrast to
the rich, coppery-red hair hanging loose from his head. I slowed,
lingering at the tip of his cock as I watched his head loll back,
hoping to catch sight of his face. His jaw twitched, and I felt
immensely proud when I realized his lips were pulled back in a wide
grin.

My
gaze had lingered too long. Valen swung his head to one side, staring
down at me, his piercing, blue-crystal eyes more than a little
unnerving. I blushed, looking away, pretending to be acutely absorbed
with his penis, but his soft chuckle still made me flush harder.
Fearing that he was getting bored, I threw myself into the blowjob
with renewed vigor, using every trick I'd tried on Lathrop (and a not
few I'd fantasized about since). I dropped
my mouth down to lave my tongue along the wrinkled crease of his
balls, twisting one hand along his spit-slicked shaft while the other
gently tugged at the loose skin of his sac. Feeling him jerk and flex
his scrotum when I sucked one side of his sac into my mouth made me
slow, but when no protest followed I rolled the heavy orb under my
teeth and moved it through my mouth with the utmost care. At that he
spread his legs further somehow, leaning backwards even more to raise
his hips encouragingly. Glad that he seemed to be enjoying my
ministrations, I gamely tried to suck his entire sac into my mouth,
knowing how much I liked that myself, and I can proudly say say that
it only took two attempts to stuff both balls between my cheeks. I
held them there for a moment, gazing up past his heavy shaft at the
distant flecks of the demon's pale blue eyes, occasionally flicking
my tongue over the creases of wrinkled skin, until I felt his muscles
flex, pulling at the sac in my mouth and bouncing the dick on my
face. Slowly, I let his balls drop from my mouth, dragging his cock
down my face and shivering at the warm, slimy trail it left behind, a
shiny line tracing a path from my forehead to my mouth. Suckling at
the skin gathered just below the wide, flared glands that shone in
the light, I opened my mouth wide, trying to sink as much of his
fleshy shaft down my throat as I could. The key word here is try. I
did everything I could to ease just a little bit more in, but in the
end I was only able to manage just short of three-quarters before I
ran out of air. Pulling back to recoup my losses, I settled for a
spot about two-thirds of the way down and let my hands to the rest,
counter-balancing the strokes of my mouth with theirs, occasionally
letting one hand wander down to tug at his now firm sac.

A
slight tremor ran through his shaft as I bobbed my head, rolling my
tongue down and around it. The second I felt it was the same instant
I realized that just a little bit more stimulation would make the
demon come, I'd feel his seed spill into my mouth. In a flash I had
both hands covering his shaft, stroking hard, letting my fingers and
mouth overlap, doing everything I could to-!

“Enough!”
Valen barked, suddenly pushing me away from his dick. His shoulders
trembled as he bent over, clutching his shaft, his faced scrunched in
concentration as his nostrils flared with a long, careful breath.
Watching him try to fight back climax, an impossible amount of pride
swelling in my chest, I placed my hands on both knees and pulled
forward to plant a wet kiss on his lips, parting when I felt him
respond. A heavy pair of electric eyes met my gaze as I drew back,
hot, smokey, and filled with dark admiration. He sucked in a shaky
breath and smiled, a hint of disbelief in his voice when he finally
spoke. “You're good.” He sighed, letting his eyes close
again for a second before meeting my emerald ones once more. “Little
wretch,” he growled, still grinning, “You wanted me to
loose myself there, didn't you?” My shy smirk told him
everything he needed to know. With a laugh, two warm arms wrapped
around my torso and drew me into the infernal heat of his chest, his
talented mouth finding it's way back to mine. Wet sparks snapped on
my tongue as the demon plastered my body against his bare skin, my
heart pounding when I felt my fingers land on his twitching erection.
Valen hummed a joyful breath, breaking the kiss to glance down at
clothes I wore. “You're not going to leave all that on are
you?” he asked, mischief glinting in his teasing grin.

Arching
a questioning brow, and studiously ignoring the heat that rose to my
face, I gave him a curious look. “Are you sure? I don't want
him to get lonely.” I shot a plaintive glance at the demon's
thick dick, giving it a gentle tug. “I like him too much,”
I added, sighing wistfully as I leaned down to lap at the flushing,
dark gray head.

Valen
gaped a second and stuttered, his face coloring as he blushed and
looked away, trying to find the words for a witty rejoinder. “He'll-
he'll be fine, Ceald,” he finally managed, the edges of his
voice fraying with laughter. His bright, sky-blue eyes shifted back
to me, sparkling as he reached forward to slide an incredibly hot
palm between my legs. Into my ear he whispered, “I think you're
hiding a friend he wouldn't mind meeting too.” Those long
fingers grasped the outline of my painfully hard erection, straining
against the confines of my leather pants.

Stumbling
back, flushed and embarrassed, I got my feet under me and rose as he
leaned back on the bed again, the perfect picture of lazy indolence
as one pale hand wrapped around the fleshy shaft of his gorgeous
dick, giving it an idle squeeze. The demon smirked, his cold, icy
eyes raking across my body, hard and demanding. “Strip for me,
Ceald,” he said, throaty and deep, using my name like a weapon.
I shuddered, my face flushing as I hesitantly brought my fingers up
to the laces of the leather vest. At his nod I pulled them free,
sliding the vest back over my arms and tossing that aside in the same
general direction as my coat. My fingers had unhooked the top three
buttons of my shirt before the spark of an idea hit me. I slowed,
making sure Valen saw my gaze pass over him, licking my lips
and staring with big, round eyes as one hand innocently slid beneath
my shirt to brush the bare skin of my chest. His knuckles whitened
and, satisfied, I let the shirt fall open to my elbows before simply
grasping the hem and lifting it over my head and throwing that
somewhere too. Thus freed, I was able to slide both hands down my
taut stomach, arching back to let my right fall down and palm my
crotch, my gaze riveted to the way the demon's fingers stroked his
cock. Watching him watch me was so... unbearably erotic. I ground my
hips into my palm one last, quick time, then tugged at the leather
straps of my pants, languidly twisting as I pulled them down,
stepping free and kicking them away before I second-guessed myself.
When I met his gaze again his eyes had just slid up from staring at
the drooling erection trying push itself free from my little shorts.
“Keep going.” He tilted his head, that dark smile never
leaving his eyes. I drew a trembling breath, glancing about nervously
as my fingers fumbled with the top of the tight undershorts, trying
to find the courage to pull them off. One hand slid into the bulge of
my groin, thinking that I could simply hook a thumb around the
waistline and pull back for him that way, but all I ended up doing
was rocking my hips from side to side as my body squirmed at finally
feeling direct contact on my dick. “Ceald,” Valen growled
with a grin, his tail twitching against the scarlet sheets. “Do
you so enjoy teasing me?”

Blood
heating my face, I glanced away from the horned demon, trying to get
a grip on my nervous hesitation. “Well...” The word
slipped out of my mouth before I could take it back. Coloring
further, but at least achieving the resolve to carry on, I stepped
between Valen's legs, letting my twitchy hands finally settle at my
hips. “I was thinking you might like to,” I feigned a
nonchalant shrug, “Do it yourself.” His crystalline eyes,
with their wide blue irises limned in black, rolled up to stare at my
face.

A
long, slow smirk spread across his lips, parting just enough to show
a flash of pearl-white teeth, before greedy fingers slid the last
shred of cloth from my hips. Almost instantly, his hands were
grasping at my cheeks, bending his arms so that my legs were forced
to give before them as he lifted me towards his mouth. I tilted
forward, scrambling at his shoulders as my brain fogged from the
sudden pleasure that engulfed my cock.

It
was hot. So unbelievably hot. Heat, moist, cthonian heat wrapped
itself around my dick, so warm and so good that I was afraid
my cock was going to melt. Every once of concentration I had was
poured into keeping myself from spilling into his mouth as my fingers
curved into his hair, my stomach sinking against the arched horns
rising from his head for support. “Valen,” I breathed,
worry starting to loosen the iron hold my mind had on my gut. His
mouth was just too warm, his tongue too talented! I felt one hand
stray over the sensitive skin along the inside of my thighs, and I
groaned, feeling drool slip past his lips as he pulled back on my
shaft. “Valen, stop-!” I raised my voice, but the demon
refused to take heed, instead wringing his tongue around my balls and
sucking both at once into his mouth. I writhed, desperate to get my
feet under myself to pull away, but my toes simply slipped on the
sleek silk, and every time I threw my weight back I accomplished
nothing more than grinding my ass into his hands. He deepthroated my
cock, swirling his tongue along the underside of my shaft as he
buried his nose in my pubes and held it there, flexing the muscles in
his neck. “Oh, shit! Valen!” I cried, finally wrenching
myself free, the demon releasing his hold at the same time. I sank
down in his arms, panting, my eyes near-sightless, my cock safely
away from his face, though still unable to escape the infernal warmth
that radiated from his sculpted form. After a few minutes my blood
started to cool, my heart slow, and I was able to find my voice.
“That was for earlier, wasn't it,” I asked bluntly, not
really a question.

A
breathless chuckle sounded from his chest and he pressed a kiss to my
temple. The black spots fading from my vision, I shifted my weight,
letting my legs spread as I straddled him, and then it hit me: the
hard, searing, silky heat I felt pressing along the length of my
crack was his gorgeous, mouthwatering erection, firm as steel.
Twisting around, I gasped, unable to keep myself from staring. His
thick dick, even pressed against every inch of skin between my
cheeks, still poked its dark gray head clear, rising proud and
dangerous.

“Valen,”
I said, my voice going soft as my heart climbed into my throat,
although this time it wasn't from fear. No, no, there wasn't a shred
of fear at all, only sheer excitement mixed with pure, unbridled
lust. “I wanna fuck.”

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For
the record? I imagine kissing Valen is something like getting a
mouthful of Pop Rocks. And, btw? Having an internal temperature
average of 105.4 is a very unfair advantage when giving blowjobs.
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