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Jahke stretched, arms above his head, pulling his muscles out from their soft sleep. Vertebrae cracked and Jahke purred, feeling the warm burn in his crotch, the hot satisfaction of a good fuck. Sitka reached out and wrapped a long arm around the boy's torso, pulling him back against him with a soft possessive growl.
"Not yet," The demon's arm tightened around him, "Five more minutes."
Jahke sighed and let himself be hugged, enjoying the heat of Sitka's muscled chest against his back, and looked around the room. Since Jahke had pretty much officially moved in, the mark of which was able to hold his own in an argument with Shindae and win, the room had changed in subtle ways. There was a trunk wardrobe against one wall and next to that a fast filling bookshelf. Not a scavenging party went out these days that didn't come back with something for Jahke's little library. Sitka had drawn the line at painting the ceiling, but together they had fitted wires across the ceiling from which now hung a growing collection of little origami cranes. It was now very much the room of a couple, not just a single demon.
Jahke successfully managed to extract himself from the limbs of his lover and pulled on a pair of loose fit jeans before wandering to the bathroom. Watara was standing at the sink, replenishing her foamy waves while Shindae sat on the surface brushing his teeth.
"Morning Jahke," Watara waved at him, "Sleep well?"
"Uh-huh. Sitka's still dead to the world though."
"Well he's not quite so nervous now is he?" Shindae smiled at Jahke as the boy stripped off his jeans and began to fill the tub. Jahke's once flawless body was now marked by sexual coupling with the demons. Claw marks, the scars of welts from Kiorl's ministrations, the impacts of teeth. All the scars were light, healed by Zai's clever tongue, shiny marks of new skin darkening into scar tissue. Jahke slipped into the bath and reached out to Shindae for the soap.
"Tell me about the palace?" Jahke began to lather up his hair, "What's it's like?"
"Well now," Watara's liquid voice caused bubbles to rise through the water of the bath, "Really you should be asking Kiorl. He works there after all."
Jahke frowned and ducked his hair again.
"He still kinda scares me a bit," Jahke admitted. Shindae and Watara were easily two of his favourite house mates along with Tobias. Watara held no interest for him, being the only girl in the house, and since Tobias didn't share, they were the only two people in the house he hadn't slept with.
"Oh Kiorl's a sweet heart," Watara smiled, "He's a big softy when he wants to be."
Jahke's brow furrowed suspiciously. The idea of Kiorl ever being soft was so alien. Kiorl was haughty, severe and powerful. Jahke began to scrub his back and looked to Shindae for answers.
"OK, so the palace is huge. Whatever you do stick to Sitka like glue or you'll get lost."
"OK. What else?"
"So you're going to go outside right?" Jahke nodded, "You remember about last time right? Stick with Sitka and don't make eye contact with anyone. And don't touch the fires."
"Well duh."
Shindae swiped the soap from the boy.
"You're clean enough. Now get out of there before you get all pruney." Jahke hefted himself out of the tub and stood calm and Shindae dropped over his head and began to rub his hair dry, "When you meet the Prince try not to be scared. He's the most powerful being you'll ever come across. And he's beautiful too."
"And he'll give me what I want right?"
"Well," Shindae removed the towel and ruffled Jahke's damp hair, "There's the rub. Only if he likes you, only if he think your worthy. And he's the only one with the power to do it too. If he likes you, then maybe you'll be lucky."
Sitka was up and dressed by the time Jahke returned, clean, dry and looking sort of polished. He let the big horned demon brush his hair and pulled on a pair of black sweats.
"Oh no."
"What?" Jahke turned to his lover with a frown.
"I am not taking you to meet the Prince of Hell in sweatpants. Come on, you gotta learn to tie a loin cloth eventually."
Sitka had bought the boy a blue cloth to match his eyes. The wide strip of fabric was about four feet long, and woven of a heavy soft wool. Jahke stood with his legs apart and watched as Sitka knelt before him. The horned demon fondled his soft pink cock for a moment then drew the swath of cloth between his legs. Jahke reached down and adjusted himself as Sitka drew the cloth tighter around him.
"Hold these." Sitka handed the extra cloth to his lover and took a thick cloth backed leather belt and tightened it around the boy's slender hips. Sitka adjusted the cloth where it had bunched and let the two panels, front and back fall over his crotch and arse. "There, if you want to keep in down," the took another, thinner, many stranded belt which he fastened diagonally over one hip, "You add another belt."
Sitka stood and ran a hand through Jahke's hair.
"You're ready."
Jahke turned and looked down at himself. He felt a bit exposed, but the dark smoulder in Sitka's eyes told him he looked good. Jahke smiled and kissed his demon lover. Sitka had dressed in black, but this garment was new and clean with brocade along the edges. The demon grabbed his arse and cupped the warm pink mounds, lifting Jahke from the floor. Jahke grabbed his horns and wrapped his legs around the demon's waist.
"You're gonna make me ruin your shower if I nail you right now. We don't wanna be late." Sitka let the boy down, then remembered something, "Just one more thing." He snapped open a bottle of lube, moved the loincloth aside and pushed slippery fingers into Jahke's rosebud hole. "I just want you to be prepared."
The palace entrance they went to was guarded by a pair of what Jahke's mind labelled minotaur's, each about fifteen feet tall holding a big axe each. Waiting at the door for them was a small demon made up of so many different parts that Jahke found it easier not the look at him. Sitka kept the boy close, a hand on the back of his neck at all times as they followed their guide through a series of passages that were alternately narrow rough stone with low ceilings and high vaulted chambers with columns and detailed carvings. Their guide left them in a small but fantastically proportion room with a ceiling painted to look like the sky and Sitka wrapped his arm about Jahke's shoulders.
"I can see what Shindae meant about this being a maze. I have no idea where we are."
"Waiting for the Prince," Kiorl stood in the doorway they hadn't come through, and smiled at them, "He's see you now." Kiorl touched Jahke's chest briefly, the look in his eyes soft, and for the first time not predatory, "I think he'll like you Jahke."
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