Pain and Pleasure

Part 4

The Matron mother was not happy about Sajore's flimsy actions of deciding to stay and leave and return again, but either way Sajore got the permission to come back to the house as a member. He rushed to his own room that would, from now on, act as a façade only. They were moving in together. All his clothes and the little possession he owned were already in Xir’ag’s rooms. Sajore shook his head as he wrapped the last of his stuff into a little bundle and moved to Xir’ag’s rooms. Things were moving fast, he was still a bit dizzy from all that had happened, but now there was no turning back, and this decision was final. No way he was ever going to leave that Drow. He imagined Xir’ag’s face in his mind as he walked the empty halls and smiled. ‘Well, I am definitely loosing my mind,’ he thought, but that only made his smile wider.

He knocked on the Drow's door and the door flung open, but there wasn't anyone behind it. Sajore stepped in and closed the door behind him. He smelled the scent of lked closer and ran his hand through his silky white hair. Xir’ag looked up from the floor. Sajore was even more pale than he had thought, his skin was almost white and a bit grey’ish. His eyes glowed even in the light and his hair shone bluish where the light touched it. Sajore looked nervous when he glanced at the fire, but was quickly turned back to look at the Drow and sat down next to him.

“I heard that some Drow's have different coloured eyes when in natural light, but yours are still red as can be,” he said and smiled.

Xir’ag laughed softly. “Are you nervous so close to the fire? We can move further away.”

“How do you always read my mind so easily?”

“Ha, that’s easy, you are like an open book,” Xir’ag teased and jumped up, pulling Sajore up with him.

“Just one moment, I will put in a couple of logs so it won't burn out right away.” The Drow knelt down to raise the wood from the floor and turned his back to the vampire.

Sajore stared at his bare buttocks. 'Too inviting,' he grinned. He stepped closer just as the Drow threw the wood into the fireplace, tangling his hands around him embracing him closely. He sighed in his ear and turned his head with his hand, kissing him softly. “I don’t know if you do this in purpose or if it’s just your nature, but damn, I cant keep my hands off of you if you kneel like that in front of me,” he whispered in the Drow's ear, starting to nibble the tips of his ears. He curved his long fingers around his neck.

Xir’ag grinned at him. He would never tell.

They kissed as the fire cracked in front of them. Sparks flew dangerously close to them but neither of them seemed to notice, or care. Sajore smiled, that amazing, happy, fulfilled smile that looked very strange on his face.

Xir’ag stared at his face in the light of the fire. Now he noticed for the first time how cold the vampire felt under his touch, with the warm fire behind his back.

Sajore had always felt cold but never so much that it would have disturbed him. And when they were having sex, something flared inside the vampire, turning even his skin into fiery warm, it must have been the demon.

Xir’ag turned around to stare into the fire. The yellow and orange flames tangled with each other. In some strange way this was turning him on, but then again, it could also be Sajore’s hands that circulated around his hips and chest, moving along his loins and rising to tease his nipples.

Sajore kissed his neck, his fangs scraping his soft skin without breaking it open, pressing against his back, crossing his arms over his chest and pulling him closer.

“I love you, Xir’ag,” the vampire mumbled into his ear and buried his head into the nape of his neck. Somehow saying those words aloud was still a little embarrassing, but he needed to say it.

Xir’ag felt light-headed and smiled widely. He leaned his head against Sajore's and closed his eyes. He felt Sajore’s hands moving down again, down his chest to his stomach and still lower. The vampire held his head still hidden like he was embarrassed but he could feel how aroused he was through his clothes. As his hands started to move closer to his organ, Xir’ag sighed.

Sajore reacted to that immediately, growling like a beast in his ear. The vampire had to kneel down a bit to reach his organ but soon a hand closed around it demandingly and started to move up and down along it. His other hand moved across the Drow's stomach, pulling him closer.

Xir’ag moaned. He bent his back and reached for the wall next to the fireplace, bushing his behind towards Sajore.

Sajore heaved heavily and laughed a low laugh into his ear, biting softly his ear-tips.

Xir’ag shivered

“Damn you are beautiful,” Sajore whispered in his ear.

Xir’ag moaned, moving his buttocks against Sajore’s hard organ and slipped his hands behind his back to untie the laces of his pants. Sajore waited until his pants were open and then pulled them down, taking his time. Still kneeling down, he grabbed Xir’ag’s thighs and moved them apart. He kissed the Drow's buttocks and moved his fingers to his opening.

Suddenly Xir’ag realized what he was doing and flushed deep red, trying to move further away. “Sajore... I...”

Sajore licked and kissed his way between the buttocks, moving his slick tongue to the opening and circling the soft black skin around it.

Xir’ag moaned. This was embarrassing... but it felt so good. He didn’t move.

Sajore pushed his tongue inside of him, making Xir’ag moan again, he dipped a finger in and started to rub and stretch the ring of muscles to make the opening more relaxed.

Xir’ag was still red, but kept his place and held his hands on the wall. Xir’ag sighed as Sajore continued his tongue action, slowly circling his other hand to the front of the Drow. He teased the top of his organ with his fingertips. Xir’ag twitched as he felt the jolts of pleasure from Sajore’s touch, a drop of pre-cum moistened the vampire's fingers and he started to massage the hard member with long, soft strokes.

Sajore felt once again how his fangs became sharper. The fireplace seemed to glow more brightly to his far too tender yellow eyes. He growled and pushed his tongue deeper, moving his finger faster.

Xir’ag moved with him, he could no longer stay still, he felt amazing and the embarrassment didn’t seem to bother him anymore, his thoughts were completely blurred with the pleasure.

Sajore’s own cock was now dripping, he was so heated that he almost pressed his fangs into the soft skin in front of him. He quickly rose to his feet behind the Drow, pulling his finger out.

Xir’ag moaned, annoyed.

The vampire pressed his organ to the wet opening and Xir’ag sighed deeply. He felt how the big cock pushed its way through the muscles deeper, stretching him wider. He moved his legs further apart so as to let the vampire in deeper. “More,” he sighed as Sajore slid into him with an agonizing pace. Xir’ag was shaking, his organ was dripping its juices onto the floor, his sweat slick hair clued to his neck.

Sajore growled into his ear, suddenly thrusting in fast, all the way to the hilt.

Xir’ag’s eyes flashed open and he yelled out as the full power of his orgasm took him over. He shook violently,

Sajore held him up with his arms as he breathed fast, his cum flying into the crackling fire. Sajore laughed a deep, soft laugh behind him, thrusting into him with hastening speed.

Xir’ag cried out.

“You came fast... and left me to do this all alone... should I punish you?” The demon laughed, nibbling his neck.

Xir’ag couldn’t speak. He moaned and gripped the demons hands on his chest and stomach, pulling him even closer.

The demon groaned into his ear. He had to fight so hard not to bite the Drow's neck. It was just so close and he smelled so amazing. He wanted to taste his blood so badly. He kept thrusting in, trying to keep his mind out of his growing lust for blood. 'Only one bite.'

Xir’ag was clueless of the struggle that the demon was going trough behind him. He was completely at the mercy of the vampire, he couldn’t have moved away even if he had wanted to. But then again, why would he want to?

The vampire slammed into him, letting out a soft growl. He could sense from the sounds that the demon was getting closer to his orgasm.

Xir'ag tightened every single muscle in his lower body. It hurt him a bit, the demons already big organ felt huge inside his tight ass, but he wanted to make it even more pleasurable for the vampire.

The demon felt it. His hands tightly clasped the Drow's stomach as he thrust in for the last time, feeling the tightness around him, spilling into him as he let out a loud roar against Xir’ag’s neck.

Sajore didn’t let go of him for a long time, until his fangs were back to normal and his eyes seemed to take the light better again. He nuzzled against Xir’ag’s back as he pulled out, pulling Xir’ag into his lap, high enough that the Drow's legs couldn’t reach the floor anymore.

Xir’ag hugged him.

“Are you ok? I didn’t hurt you did I?” The vampire asked quietly, planting little kisses around his face.

“Mm... no, I’m fine... you sure took all of me,” Xir’ag answered drowsily as Sajore slowly started to walk towards the bed. Xir’ag giggled and hugged the vampire as he lay over Sajore’s exhausted body.

Sajore smiled back, but didn’t open his eyes. He rolled to his side as he was sleeping. The truth was that he was frightened to look at the Drow. He had almost bitten him. It was so close. This was dangerous, next time he could accidentally bite him; he could never trust the demon. He hugged Xir’ag tightly in his arms and gently stroked his sweaty hair.

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Sajore woke up the next morning and was just about to wake the sleeping Drow next to him to talk about the bloodlust. He had to tell about it, it was not going to work if they kept secrets like this from each other. He had not slept well the whole night, even though he usually slept better when the Drow was next to him. He rubbed his tired eyes and stared at the Drow, determination in his eyes. He carefully shook Xir’ag's shoulder and kissed him on the cheek.

Xir’ag mumbled something in his sleep and opened his eyes slowly, looking muddled. “Is it morning already?” He blinked his eyes and yawned.

Sajore nodded and sat to the bedside. “We have to talk about something... it's important.”

“What is it?” Xir’ag rested his head on his lap, clasping his hands around him.

The vampire caressed his cheek.

“WWOOOOOOOOOOM”

They both heard it; they felt it, the warning signal from the gates.

Xir’ag jumped up. “The house is under attack!” he said with wide open eyes. He grabbed his clothes from the bedside and started to get dressed. “We have to go. If they will get in, we are all dead”

He ran to his laboratory and collected several jars and items and put them in the little pouches at his waist, then pulling a heavy cloak on top of his head he rushed to the door.

Sajore was ready, standing in the middle of the room, wearing only his leather pants and a long jacket.

“You are going to need some kind of armour.” Xir’ag glared at him.

Sajore laughed. “I don’t need armour; I won’t be fighting on the field. I have my own mission, I’m the secret weapon,” he winked and took Xir’ag’s arm. “Will you be safe? I have to leave you for a while.”

Xir’ag nodded. “This is war. We can’t protect each other now. We both have to do our duties. But I will look for you when all is clear.”

They heard running steps and yelling from the hallways outside.

Sajore pulled Xir’ag into his arms and kissed him passionately. Both of them were afraid, both fearing desperately that this might be the last time they ever touched. But there was no time to think. Sajore stroked Xir’ag’s cheek for the last time and whispered calming words into his ear, before fusing himself into thin air.

Xir’ag opened his eyes reluctantly and hurried out into the hallway.

The hallways were full of chaos. He ran all the way to the admission room and to the Matron Mother. He succeeded in seeing a glimpse of Sajore before he disappeared into the thin air again.

The Matron turned to face him. “Go to the balcony. You have to keep the forces outside of the buildings. If you don’t succeed, they can get anywhere.”

“They are inside the gates?” Xir’ag asked surprised.

The Matron only nodded and showed him the door. The Weapon Master ran to her and Xir’ag was on his own.

His sister caught him on the hallway and they ran to the balcony together.

It was a bloody massacre out in the yards, soldiers and slaves killing each other.

“I can’t shoot my shots here! I will kill our own troops too!”

“That doesn’t matter; those are slaves, not the main troops. Shoot!” His sister yelled back and poked him forward. He saw some very frightened wizard apprentices standing on the side of the balcony, looking down and preparing their basic spells. It really seemed to be all up to him to save the house from the enemy's vanguard. He sighed, lowered his cloak and said a couple of words to create a shield around himself.

He took some powder from the little pouches and without wasting anymore time, said the spells. He lifted his arm and pulled the other close to his heart. At that exact time he remembered Sajore and almost lost his concentration, but not completely. He pressed the other hand to his chest, continued to intone the spell. Quickly he released his hand, plunging it to the back of the other hand and yelling out the last words of the spell, opening his fist with a sudden movement. Lighting burst out from his hand and hit the ground below, grilling everyone and everything that got in its way.

The yard grew quiet for a second as everyone turned their heads to face the new enemy.

Xir’ag didn’t wait. He knew that now he was a target for everyone. He created a new shield and started the same spell again.

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Sajore was creeping inside the house. It was quiet. All the soldiers were at the house Yog'e'gmin, trying to get in, attacking from every corner. Only the high priestesses and the Matron Mother would be here guarded by some guards that were already dead. Only the true enemy was left, the heart of the attack. He followed the scent of magic to a closed door and dispersed only to appear on the other side.

The priestesses and the Matron were there, sitting on the floor and chanting. None of them noticed his quiet appearance. He attacked unexpectedly, jumping to the middle of the ring of people and kicking the holy bowl, where their magic was gathering, shattering it to pieces.

They all woke from their trance and saw him, jumping up enraged. “Kill the man who committed such a sacrilege,” the Matron yelled furiously, creating a shield around herself.

This was exactly what Sajore was waiting for. He grinned and stepped in front of the Matron, not caring about the whiplashes he received from the priestesses.

“You can’t get in,” the Matron smiled self-righteously.

Sajore laughed. “You are wrong about that. This shield is created to keep away all living things. But... I’m not alive,” he whispered as he stepped across the shield and closed in on the horrified Matron. “But I thank you for creating such a perfect place for me to kill you without anyone disturbing us,” he said, his eyes glowing bright yellow.

The Matron screamed as he sank his teeth to her neck and sucked the life out of her. The woman tried to claw his back, rip his hair. Nothing helped. She could only observe how her strength left her and how she finally lost her consciousness.

As Sajore licked his lips and was ready to step out of the shield to face the other women, he saw one of the priestesses turning against her own sisters and slaughtering them one by one. He grinned as the shield wore out and the priestess walked up to him.

“I have a proposition for you,” the priestess said, breathing heavily, soaked in blood of her sisters.

Sajore glared at her, but didn’t move.

“You don’t kill me, and I pull the army away from your house. Right now.”

Sajore grinned. It sounded like a good deal and more importantly, Xir’ag would be safe. “Well, that sounds good, but you better mean it, or I will come back to get you.” He pointed a finger to the female.

The priestess smiled wickedly. “You can trust me. The telepathic order to the leaders has been sent already. They are returning.”

That was enough for Sajore. He disappeared only to appear again outside, hurrying back to the house as fast as he could. He was really worried about Xir’ag.

The vampire heard it from quite a ways away. He saw the soldiers from the other house running away, but there was still a battle inside the gates. They had closed the gates and several hundred slaves and soldiers were stuck in the yard with no way out. They were fighting a desperate fight, with no hope of winning. He quickly got to the yard and started to search for Xir’ag. He found him fairly fast. He was fighting on top of the ruined balcony. There were bodies all around him, but Xir’ag himself was standing in the middle of a glowing purple flame. Sajore saw lighting escape from Xir’ag’s hand and hit the ground not far away from him. He felt the impact and his hair rose up as the electricity flowed trough him from his legs. Drow's fell to the ground all around him.

Sajore saw how some of the Drow's climbed a big stalagmite up and drew their bows from their backs. He saw how one of them was aiming right at Xir’ag and fired the arrow. It bounced off of the shield and another bolt of lighting hit the ground. Another arrow flew towards Xir’ag. This time Sajore saw how the purple aura around him weakened as the lighting disappeared from his hands. The arrow flew right at him. The vampire vaporized and appeared on the balcony, behind Xir’ag just in time to see how the arrow sank trough Xir'ag's hand. The wizard screamed in pain and fell to the ground.

His sister hurried to get one of the apprentices to go to his place.

The poor boy looked horrified as he started the difficult spell, hands shaking.

Sajore knelt next to Xir’ag. His face was twisted in pain and blood ran down his arm. Suddenly his eyes turned back in his head and he fell into Sajore's arms.

“Get him away from here! He is no use to us in that shape! ” The priestess yelled.

Sajore flashed his fangs and growled, but lifted the delicate form from the ground and ran to the hallway. He ran all the way to Xir'ag's room. They got to the door when he realized there was no way to get in without the password that only Xir’ag knew. He looked at the fragile man in his arms and kissed his lips. “What am I going to do?” He asked himself.

Xir’ag heard the voice, his lover's voice. Even Sajore, who had a very sensitive hearing, didn’t hear it when he said the password, but the door did what it was told and opened in front of them.

Sajore stepped in quickly and carried the Drow to the laboratory and lifted him up onto the table, sweeping off some books and scrolls.

Xir’ag opened his eyes slowly and pointed to one of the shelves with his healthy, yet shaking hand. Sajore touched the bottles on the shelf until Xir’ag nodded. He grabbed the bottle and opened it in front of Xir’ag's face.

The Drow drank all of it.

Sajore could see how strength came flowing back to him.

His eyes widened and finally, he rose up, fluttering. His hand was still bleeding badly and dripping blood onto the table and floor as he held it to his chest.

Sajore felt queasy, looking at the fresh blood flowing. He stepped back when Xir’ag tried to come closer.

The Drow looked at his dripping hand, staring at the trail of blood and then at Sajore's eyes.

His eyes were yellow, his breathing heavy and his fangs were long and sharp. But still he was standing there, not even trying to come closer. He did look calm, but inside Sajore was fighting. He felt so sick. The blood of his lover did not smell like food, it smelled dangerous. He knew he didn’t want to taste it, did not want to go near it. He was scared. He realized that he had the blood all over him from carrying Xir'ag here. He looked at the Drow, leaning to the wall behind him. The look on Xir'ag's face woke him up.

The Drow was nearly in tears and almost fainting, his every muscle shaking and his breathing shallow. “Thank you, my love. I understand that you can’t touch me now but... I love you,” Xir’ag dropped his head and stared at the floor.

Sajore forgot everything. He stepped closer and hurried to hug Xir’ag tightly.

Xir’ag hugged him back, smearing his back with his blood, but Sajore didn’t care; he just wanted to hold him.

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Sajore walked to the bed holding a glass of water. He sat next to Xir’ag and placed the glass to his lips. His hand was still so sore he didn’t want to move it before the healing potion would start to take its effect. He was feeling a lot better after the long sleep he had had while Sajore had kept a watchful eye on him. The clamour outside had quieted. All the enemies had been slain and everything was peaceful again. Xir’ag drank and smiled at Sajore, sitting up.

“I have a strange request for you,” Xir’ag said softly pressing his healthy hand to his.

Sajore looked at him.

“I want to meet the demon.”

Sajore's eyes widened. “What!?”

“He was here today, but he didn’t hurt me. He let you come back and hold me. I want to meet him. He is a part of you and because of that, I have to meet him. I love him too... because he is... you.”

Sajore was confused. “And how are we going to do that, I can’t control him. I can’t tell him to come here whenever I want to. He comes and goes as he pleases... he is stronger than me.”

“Maybe you can’t tell him to come, but there are times when he comes uninvited. During sex. When there is blood.” The Drow grew quiet, staring at Sajore's face.

Sajore looked serious. “But I can’t ensue that he won’t hurt you... and he would...” He lowered his head.

“He has not hurt me thus far, although he is a rough lover, he never does anything that would truly be painful. Why would he start now?”

Sajore didn’t feel good about that, especially after last night. He hated the demon side of himself, did not trust it one bit. The side that made him drink blood and kill, how could he wilfully invite that monster to meet his lover. He shook his head furiously.

Xir’ag just smiled and pressed his fingers to his lips. “Lift the bed,” Xir’ag said.

Sajore looked surprised, but got up slowly and lifted the side of the bed, and Xir’ag with it. There were chains in the floor, long chains with handcuffs. His eyes widened and he couldn’t help but grin. “So this is what you have in mind?” He felt a bit better. Xir’ag would be safe if the demon was trapped in the confines of the chains.

Xir’ag laughed softly and nodded.

Sajore pulled the chains up and without thinking anymore about it, put them on his wrists and locked them, throwing Xir’ag the key. “Do what is needed. But don’t hurt your arm more,” the vampire reminded him and sat to the bedside.

Xir’ag walked on his knees, walked past him and grabbed the chains. “Go and sit to the end of the bed.”

Sajore did what he was told.

Xir’ag pulled the chains from the end of the bed and anchored them to little rings at the end of the bed.

Sajore couldn’t move much anymore, he was pinned to the wall. He fought a bit to test the chains but sat still when he saw Xir’ag pulling his clothes off.

The Drow stepped in front of him on the bed and knelt down to open his pants. He slowly pulled the laces open and started to massage his organ in his healthy hand.

Sajore smiled at the sight as he kissed the tip of the organ and sucked it into his mouth.

Xir’ag continued this until Sajore was hard enough, then he stood up and sat on his lap, so that his organ was right in front of him, between them, squeezing against his own. Xir’ag kissed Sajore passionately, moving his hand up his chest and grinding them against each other.

Sajore responded to the kiss, still a bit worried about what he was planning to do, but slowly melting into the kiss. Then when the vampire least expected it, he suddenly placed the wounded hand in front of the vampires face.

Sajore smelt the scent of blood through the fabric. He felt dizzy. He knew that the demon was waking up. He groaned as Xir’ag grasped both their organs in his hand and started to move his hand slowly, kissing him gently on his face, licking his neck and nibbling his ears. Now it was he that had to fight not to lose control.

Xir’ag felt how stiff Sajore got. He knew the demon was ready to come out, but he was still not in control. Xir’ag pulled the lubricant from the sheets and poured some on Sajore's organ.

Sajore's eyes grew wide as he slowly moved higher, massaging his butt cheeks against his organ, moving it between them and slowly grinding himself against the hard organ so the lubricant made his entrance moist.

Sajore could do nothing as the Drow slowly sat on him, pushing him inside of his trembling body slowly, and filling himself, shivering as the vampire stretched his opening wide. Very slowly, inch by inch, the Drow lowered himself to sit on him until he was in all the way to the hilt, his balls pressing against Xir'ag's butt.

Xir’ag was breathing heavily, his whole body shivering, his eyes fluttering closed, letting out little whimpers. He turned his head slowly, looking feverishly into Sajore's orange eyes and grinned at him, his lips twitching. The Drow arched his back, moaning and pressing himself tightly against Sajore.

Sajore moaned back and pressed his forehead against the Drow's chest. “You really are a Drow... ah... you know how to torture me... you have no idea how much I want to touch you now,” the vampire said with a muffled voice, trying to move his chained hands, making them clatter.

Xir’ag rose a bit, pulling him out and slowly pressing down, kissing Sajore and moaning into his mouth.

Sajore groaned deeply, he wanted to move but was unable to do anything but sit still and let the Drow control their slow, torturing speed.

Xir’ag looked at his eyes as they turned yellow. “Yes, come out, don’t fight it Sajore,” he whispered, continuing to move slowly, pulling himself up and then pressing back down. He moved his other hand behind his butt and gave a little squeeze to the vampire’s balls, raising another groan from him.

Sajore lowered his head, licking his lips. When he looked back at Xir’ag his eyes were bright yellow and his fangs visible and sharp. He grinned. “You called me?” said a strange deep voice.

Xir’ag jumped a bit as he felt the organ inside of him going stiffer and pressing deeper into him as the demon lifted his butt from the bed. He was there.

The demon stretched his muscles and pulled his hands away from the wall. A deep cracking sound came from the floor as the chains broke free from the rings on the walls. He was still chained to the floor but the chains were long enough to let him move freely.

It was Xir’ag’s time to be helpless as the forceful demon grabbed him with both hands, lifting him up so that his organ slipped out from him and turning him around. He pushed him onto the bed sheets, stomach first, lifting his butt up by pressing a few fingers inside him and moving him by force.

Xir’ag moaned.

The demon pressed his body against his back and without warning, pushed his organ deep inside his body.

Xir’ag withered under him, pressing his face into the sheets and moving his hands far ahead to keep his balance as the demon started to thrust inside him.

The demon smelt the sweet smell of blood from his hand even from so far away and pulled him closer. “Don’t hide your hands from me, little one,” he whispered harshly into his ear and bit the tip of it.

“I’m... ah... going to fall... if I... hands...” Xir’ag fought to get the words out as he was filled by the strong demon. The demon lifted his whole body up, twining his arms around him.

“We did it last time like this, why not again,” he said as he pulled Xir'ag's wounded hand closer and with an expert touch ripped the bandage away with his nails and teeth. He licked the wound, kissing and sucking his hand, tasting the blood on his lips. “Isn’t this what you got me here for?” He grinned against the Drow's ear, pushing his head back against the sheets, pulling his hands behind his back so that were right in front of his own eyes.

Xir’ag felt like he was suffocating in the sheets and had to turn his head a bit to breath, he yelled out as the demon started to plunge inside of him forcefully again, lifting his wounded arm up and sucking the wound that had not had time enough to heal, the wound had now opened again and blood dripped out of it onto the demons wanting lips. His arm twisted painfully and he cried out. “Ow... ow, stop, please.” Tears glimmered in his eyes as he started to realize that he had been too reckless, the demon was not someone he wanted to play with.

Suddenly the demon stopped and released his hand, still thrusting inside him but lowering himself to lick the tears from his face. “I’m sorry. I did not mean to hurt you,” he stopped.

Xir’ag couldn’t move as the demon hugged him tightly.

“This is all I know. I can’t behave,” he heard to hoarse whisper behind his back and shyly hugged the demons hands back.

“I wanted to meet you” Xir’ag whispered.

“Were you at all afraid of me?” The demon frowned.

Xir’ag squeezed the demons hands to his tighter. “I am a bit scared now... but you are part of Sajore. And I love Sajore.” He felt how the demon fought himself not the move, his organ inside of him jumped, making him shiver.

The demon pulled him into his lap, sitting him on his organ.

Xir’ag pulled his legs up both sides of the demons thighs. He shook as he felt the fullness inside him and the demons fiery hands around him, squeezing him close.

“I might hurt you,” the demon whispered against his neck.

“Do you want to?” Xir’ag asked, more calmly than he thought was possible.

“No... I don’t want to hurt you.” The demon growled in his ear and pulled back a bit only to plunge right back in. It felt like he wanted to remind Xir'ag who was in control.

Xir’ag moaned, his eyes going blurry. “Why... because Sajore loves me?” he breathed out hard. The demon moved a bit more and a small whimper escaped Xir’ag's lips.

“No, because I do.”

Xir’ag's eyes grew wide.

The demon nodded, he felt the movement of his head behind his neck. “But I can still torture you,” he said with his deep, strange voice and grinned.

Xir’ag almost giggled, but then the demon moved again and the laugh turned into a long moan.

The demon nudged him onto his arms and knees in front of him and pulled out. He sat behind Xir’ag, admiring the view in front of him as the Drow blushed. The demon grabbed a hold of his butt and spread his entrance with his fingers.

Xir’ag's eyes blurred and he moaned again.

The demon moved over him, spit into his hand and got a hold of his organ, sliding his hand along it rapidly. He was still pressing his organ against his opening but did not press in. It was placed so that Xir’ag could feel only the very tip.

He moaned and moved closer, only to feel the demon move away. “Noooo,” Xir’ag moaned out, wanting the fullness back inside, his whole body begging for it. He heard the demons soft laugh.

“I don’t want to leave yet. Don’t be so hasty.”

Xir’ag tried to think despite the fast movement of the demons hand on his organ. He turned around and looked straight into the glowing yellow eyes of the demon. He saw how the eyes started to change back to orange, very slowly. “You are not leaving anywhere, you are always there, inside,” Xir’ag whispered harshly. He moved his hand on the demons on his organ and stopped it. “I love every part of YOU. Which means the whole you, the demon you and the Sajore you,” he continued now that he could think a bit more clearly.

The demon turned him around and kissed him. His long fangs scraped his lips, never hurting him. Then the demon grabbed him tightly, pushing him to the bed and pulling himself on top of him, staring down into his eyes. He moved closer to him again until he was leaning on him, pressing his organ against his entrance but not in.

Xir’ag moaned.

“Beg for it. You want it, don’t you? You don’t only love me. You love my cock too,” he grinned and licked Xir'ag's lips.

Xir’ag blushed. He had no choice. His body ached... and of course, the demon was right. Xir’ag slowly opened his lips and turned his head away as he whispered, “Please… I want it.”

“You want what?” The demon teased, rubbing the organ between his butt cheeks.

“I want your cock... inside... now.”

The demon seemed to flame inside from those words. His eyes lightened and his breath came in short pants. But he only sat up and stared down at him. “Well, what are you going to do about it?”

Xir’ag rose up quietly. He felt the demon's gaze on him as he slowly crawled closer to the demon. He felt how his entrance throbbed with the same rhythm as his own cock as he slowly moved over the demon who pointed at his organ with his fingers.

“Sit… little one.” He laughed and watched as Xir’ag obeyed with feverish eyes.

He knew the demon wanted this just as much as he did, but he also knew how much pleasure he got from making him beg for it. He took the demons organ into his hand and slowly sat on it, breathing harder, his legs shaking, his hands twisting, eyes closing. His own organ throbbed.

Finally the demon moved, taking hold of his ass and lifting him up like he was as light as a feather.

He was pushed back, against the organ so that it was fully inside of him, he cried out as it touched the pleasure spot inside him, making his eyes almost roll back in his head.

Moving inside of him, looking into his eyes the entire time, holding him so that Xir’ag had no chance to do anything, he moved as the demon moved him, thrusting inside him.

“I want to fill you with my juices so that you are dripping wet and can’t walk tomorrow. I want you to stretch so wide that I can shove a whole arm inside you,” the demon whispered into his ear.

Xir’ag twitched. “Pi-pillow talk,” he moaned.

The demon laughed hard and grabbed his organ in his fist and squeezed it.

Xir’ag cried out but it quickly faded into a long moan as the demon loosened his touch a bit and started to rub the organ, slowly sliding his hand along it. His legs started to twitch more, his shoulders shaking, he moaned, moaned more, and flung his head back as his semen spilled over the demons hands that kept on milking him for a long time even when he finally began to calm. He had to stop the hands movement but he could do nothing about the thrusting organ inside of him.

The demons eyes were almost white. He had felt the Drow's orgasm tightening the hole around his organ as the walls gripped him into a sweet, hot embrace. The demon pushed Xir’ag onto his back and held his feet up, keeping up his pace, thrusting deep inside.

Xir’ag was wet with sweat and breathing heavily as he finally felt how the demon pushed harder into him, letting out an animalistic growl, gritting his teeth together. He felt the sticky juices rushing into him and with the continued thrusting, flowing out of him down his thighs. He moaned as the demon finally collapsed on him, letting go of his legs.

They both panted hard as Sajore kissed him with his tired lips, staring into his eyes and letting the Drow see as his eyes changed colour and his fangs shortened in length. “I love you so much,” he whispered as he tried to balance his breathing.

Xir’ag smiled back and kissed him on the top of his nose.

Sajore laughed.

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Xir’ag stretched his hand, feeling the little pain in the middle of it where the arrow had went through it. It would heal fast, it wasn’t anything too serious, and fortunately no nerves or muscles were damaged. He smiled as he felt Sajore hug him tightly against his chest as he slowly woke up.

“I hope there is no war today.”

Xir’ag sighed softly. “I don’t think there will be, but there will be meetings and conferences and more meetings.”

Sajore groaned, sinking his head to the sheets.

“And surely a party too,” Xir’ag added.

Sajore lifted his head. “A party? I haven’t been to a party here before. Except when I saw you the first time.” He winked.

“Yes, that was quite a party!”

Sajore smiled and grabbed the Drow, turning them both around.

part 5