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Tim
It was our third time out before we caught sight of the unbound demon. Or, rather, before my team did. I never saw a thing.
I awoke in the Pandora Knights guild. A healer was standing over me. "Hey," he said. "How are you feeling?"
I took stock of my various pain points and grimaced. "Everything hurts," I told him. "But especially my hands and my head."
He nodded. "Not a surprise. The unbound demon shoved you from behind. You scraped your hands and hit your head. Frankly, you're lucky you don't have a split skull."
Sally entered the room. Instantly, I grabbed my infernus. Or, at least, I tried to. My hands were wrapped in bandages.
"Don't do that," the healer told me. "You'll reopen the wounds."
The healer handed me my infernus. "There you go. I know contractors feel better if they have their infernus at hand."
"Well, I am completely defenseless without it,' I told him. My eyes, however, were on Sally.
"Sally's volunteered to take you home when the unbound demon is dealt with and the streets are safe to travel," the healer said, looking between us with a frown. "Will that be ok?"
I nodded. "Yeah, fine." I mean, with my hands this scraped, I could hardly drive.
The healer nodded. "Ok. In the meantime, get some sleep."
I nodded as he left the room. "Ok."
"Sorry," Sally told me when he was gone. "We should have been paying more attention. And we shouldn't have let you trail behind. We weren't watching your back like we should have been."
I shrugged. "The trailing behind bit is as much my fault as yours."
She huffed. "You're not an experienced combat mythic. Kaylee, Martha, and I are. It was our responsibility as your teammates, especially mine as the team lead and your champion, to make sure you didn't get jumped."
I made a noncommittal noise. Frankly, I'd been trailing behind because I was scared of Sally, which was my own damned fault.
She sighed. "Rest up, ok? You're unlikely to be back out there before the unbound demon is killed. Focus on healing."
"Ok," I told her. "I will."
H'Zad
Inside the infernus, I seethed. Tahesh and I were old enemies. He was, after all, the one responsible for Tyran's death. While he hadn't struck the blow, he'd given the order, and I hated him for it.
He was why I hadn't taken another lover in all the years since Tyran's death. Once I'd touched Tyran, payashē no longer interested me. Only the smaller third rank demons, in particular the cute Vh'alyir, had piqued my interest. However, I had known that any lover I took wouldn't last long once Tahesh found out. I sighed inwardly.
And now he'd hurt my hh'ainun, cute little Tim. I wasn't even sure how Tim had survived. After all, when he was unconscious, I had no view of the outside world. I could feel Tahesh, and that was it.
I could feel his nervous, jumpy fear of Sally. I wanted to reassure him. Together, we were more than a match for any pyromage, if he kept his wits about him. But I had no voice with which to tell him. I sighed inside my mind once more.
I wished he could hear my thoughts, as I heard his, but the summoner who had taken my will had forbidden it. Even this tiny outlet was denied me. Frustration rose within me.
Then it swiftly faded. With Sally and the healer gone, Tim's thoughts had suddenly gotten very interesting.
Tim
Alone and in pain, I passed the time thinking of more pleasant things. Things like my dildo, still in my luggage in my apartment. It had been so long since I'd used it... I shivered.
I used to imagine women, sometimes. Now trying to imagine sex with a woman just scared me. Instead, I imagined a big, buff bearded man in leather.
I imagined him walking around me, evaluating me with lust in his eyes. "Strip," he would say, and I would strip for him. He would bend me over, and, after ensuring I was clean, gently slide one finger into my ass. I moaned softly, imagining his fist closing around my cock.
I blinked, realizing the fist was red, and that the generic hot dude had been abruptly replaced in my imaginings by my demon. I hesitated, shrugged, and decided to carry on. It wasn't like anyone besides me would ever know.
I imagined my demon, eyes increasingly lustful, replacing the finger in my ass with two, and then, when I was ready, taking me in the ass with his big, red cock. I wondered what it actually looked like...
Musing about my demon's cock kept me amused for the next few hours. I imagined it pointed and prehensile, like a dolphin's. I imagined it big, even for his size, almost too big for me to take. I imagined it horselike. I imagined it humanoid. I even imagined what it would be like if he had two separate ones and could fuck me all night long, one and then the other cumming in turn.
Finally, the healer and Sally returned. I shifted, hoping my erection was hidden under the blankets. It wasn't like it was big.
"The unbound demon has been killed," the healer told me. "A woman named Robin Page finished it off."
"Time to go home?" I asked hopefully. I needed to take care of myself somewhere private. And eat something. My stomach rumbled, and I decided the second item took priority.
"I'm going to check you over one last time, then yes," the healer said. "Sally will take you home."
The ride to my apartment was awkward and silent. Sally pulled up to the building address I gave her. Then she walked me in, using my keys to open the apartment door.
I yawned. "Thanks. You can, umm, go now. I'm good."
Sally frowned at me. "You sure? You've got both hands covered in bandages, Tim."
I smiled at her reassuringly, praying that she'd leave. "I'm a contractor, remember? I've got another set of hands that works just fine."
She frowned. "Ok, if you insist." And she closed the door behind her.
I called out my demon and had him lock and bolt it. I sighed as the bolt snicked home. Safe at last.
H'Zad
As Tim carefully directed me through the process of preparing spaghetti, I mused on his earlier imaginings. Did he really... Find me desirable? I certainly thought my little human, smaller even than a payashe, was cute. I yearned for more freedom, for the ability to tell him my feelings. To touch him of my own volition. To examine his cock, as he so clearly wanted to see mine.
But, bound in a contract, I could do none of that. Trapped in my own head, I was going slowly crazy. I thought of the Ivaknen, the summoned demons who had returned, and their strange lack of interest in the world around them. I understood it now. Wanting, being helpless to even try for what I wanted, was maddening.
My human ate, and directed me to eat as well. Then he directed me to the bedroom. Helpless with his hands injured, he required me to help him with his clothing. I saw his manhood for the first time. It was small. As I slid his underwear on at his direction, my hand brushed it. Involuntarily, goosebumps rose on my arms.
Tim frowned at the goosebumps. "Are you cold?" His frown deepened. "I've read that cold isn't good for demons."
He just cares because the contract was expensive, I told myself. Except, I realized upon viewing his thoughts, that wasn't entirely true. He felt... Sorry for me. Guilty at his own part in my imprisonment, however necessary signing into the contract had been for him.
He fingered his infernus. "I wish I knew what you were thinking," he murmured. "But I doubt you want me to know."
Except I did, and was forbidden to reach out. Could his memory of the exact terms of our contract be a bit faulty?
"Warm shower tonight," he decided. "And I'll order a heating pad to be delivered tomorrow, for any future problems with cold."
Under his direction, I turned on the shower and stripped. As the water heated, he rubbed my arms as best he could, trying to get the goosebumps to go down. Since his touch was what had caused them in the first place, it wasn't exactly effective. The fact that he was worried enough about me to not care about his own iinjuries made me feel... Strange. Warm.
Finally, as the water finished warming up, he directed me to remove my shorts, fumbling a bit as he, using my hands, undid the unfamiliar fastenings. I would never have been that clumsy.
When my hardening cock burst free, he took an involuntary step back, eyes wide. I could feel his arousal. His desire. Tentatively, he reached out to touch. As his fingers brushed my hardness, my cock twitched.
He jumped. "Sorry," he told me. "I... Shouldn't. After all, you can't say no." Then he directed me to step into the shower.
The hot water felt amazing. Tim watched my arm intently, and nodded as the goosebumps went down. "Good. I'll leave you in here for half an hour, ok? Then I'll come back and, ummm, help you dry off."
And, with that, I was left alone under the steamy water. Except, with Tim's thoughts in my head, I was never truly alone.
Tim
I tried to masturbate while my demon was warming up in the shower, but I could barely stroke myself. Sighing, I awkwardly replaced my underwear and pajama bottoms, and looked at the time.
My demon had another 20 minutes still. I yawned. I needed to take my own shower before bed. I was so tired... Would my demon mind sharing, I wondered. Would he care at all?
I sincerely doubted it. Returning to the bathroom, I examined my demon. His erection had gone down, as had any sign of goosebumps. Good. Feeling satisfied that I had successfully taken care of my demon, I stripped.
When I turned toward the tub, now naked, I saw my demon had an erection again. I frowned. Could... Could there be interest hiding behind those blankly staring eyes?
"An erection does not equal consent," I reminded myself. I remembered awakening underneath my ex-wife as she used me, and shivered. But... But this wasn't exactly the same as morning wood. Hesitantly, I climbed into the shower, and reached out. Before my hand even reached it, my demon's cock twitched eagerly.
I sighed. "I'm going to regret this. But I can't just leave you all hard like that. That cannot be comfortable. Especially once your shorts are back on."
My hand brushed his cock. As my own cock came to attention, I blushed. This was going to turn me on, too. Hesitantly, I curled my hand around the cock, and brought up my demon's hand to stroke it too.
It didn't take long before my demon came. I blushed, wondering if other contractors did this. Probably not.
Hurriedly, I lathered up and rinsed off. Then I hesitated. Perhaps I should wash my demon?
Decisively, I nodded, and grabbed the shampoo and the soap. His mane of black hair was hard to shampoo, even with him bent over. I directed him to close his eyes, hoping I wouldn't get soap in them.
As I carefully lathered his large horns, I happened to glance down. He had an erection again. I sighed. "Hope you don't mind if I deal with that before I put your shorts back on. It just seems like it might be awkward to put them on with that there." My demon's cock twitched, which I hoped meant he was excited to receive another hand job from me.
H'Zad
I gloried in my human's touch as he tentatively dealt with my erection, using one of his injured hands and one of mine. It was a strange sensation, touching myself and, at the same time, being totally out of control. I enjoyed it a lot, and came quickly. Then my human hastily cleaned me up, put my shorts back on, and tucked me into his bed. "So you can get some of my body heat at night," he explained, blushing slightly as he joined me.
I knew from reading his thoughts that this wasn't the only reason. He found me comforting. My presence. My warmth. My touch. I wished I could touch him in the way he clearly desired, but knew that, as long as I could not give consent, he would hold himself back.
Tim
I tossed and turned that night, horny and unable to do a thing about it, and anxious about the future. Finally, I fell asleep, pressed up against my demon's warm side.
I awoke gazing into his blank eyes. Blinking sleepily, I found myself wondering what he thought of me. His eyes, as imobile as the rest of him, gave nothing away.
"Which, frankly, should answer your question," I muttered. "He probably hates you for what you did to him."
I yawned, and got up to start my day. I had a job interview as a security guard at a mythic shipping business. Checking the time, I saw I had a couple hours before the interview started. Plenty of time.
A few hours later, I arrived at the interview. The secretary confirmed my name, and then left the room. I was alone.
Suddenly, I began to feel dizzy. Something... was wrong. I slumped off my chair onto the floor, too dizzy for anything else, and began to crawl for the door. Before I could reach it, it opened. Lisa's father stood in the doorway.
He grinned down at me maliciously, then turned to the thugs behind him. "Bind him, gag him, and get him on the boat. I want him at the bottom of the harbor before the hour is out."
Bottom of the... My eyes widened. My heart pounded. Then everything went black.
H'Zad
I felt Tim fall unconscious and felt a flutter of panic. My mind went back to Tyran. Losing him. I remembered the first house demons, under the command of Tahesh, pinning me to the cave wall. I remembered the terror I felt, for my life, but, more so, for Tyran, who struggled in the grip of another first house demon as Tahesh watched with a cruel smile.
The demon king, head of first house, had ordered his second, "Crush him." And he had. Pain spiked through me as I remembered Tyran's final cry. His death throes. In the echoing silence of the infernus, empty of anything but the whisper of Tim's soul, the scene played over and over again.
It was a relief when Tim awoke. Or, at least, it was at first. I felt his panicked struggle against the duct tape binding him and winced. Saw him realize his feet were sunk into quick drying cement. Smelled, with him, the tang of sea air. Was stabbed by his despair as he realized, brain still too fuzzy to command me, that he was going to die.
Tim
I whimpered through my duct tape gag, and squirmed against the tape binding my hands behind me. Feet buried in hardened cement, I-
I felt a slap across my face and cried out through my gag. Blinking, I looked up into the cruel smile of a thug. "He's awake," the man reported.
"Good," said a familiar voice. Lisa's father. "I want him awake to suffer, after what he did to my daughter." The man's stern face entered my line of sight. "The fact that you, a mere human, had the audacity to divorce her..." He smiled an ugly smile and turned back to the thug. "Toss him."
I whimpered and fought, but was unable to prevent myself from going over the side. Panicking, I fought my bindings, fought the weight on my feet, fought frantically and in terror to live, to breathe just one more gulp of air- But, as I sank, as the world around me began to grow darker, I felt a strange feeling of inevitability overtake me. Peace was just one breath away...
No! I would live! I renewed my struggle, until, finally, I couldn't avoid gasping in water.
The feeling of peace overtook me again as I sank further into the water, lungs full of useless weight. Inevitable. My death was inevitable, and there was a strange beauty in that. Blackness swam into my vision as oxygen left my system. Then nothing at all.
H'Zad
I felt Tim drown, helpless to even leave the infernus without his command. I felt him die. I felt his soul become available, mine for the taking. My ride home. I felt grief.
I felt my refusal. I would not take Tim's soul. That was his, always his, even if he had promised it to me to seal our contract.
Our contract, save for the link through the infernus that would allow me to take his soul, was no more, now that Tim had died. I felt the bitter irony of that. If it had ended an instant before, I could have saved him.
Suddenly, I felt a presence in my mind, one that was not Tim. It was deep, and cold, and possessed of a strange, alien compassion. It told me that it was not too late. I could still save Tim, if I hurried. The vish to revive him entered my mind.
I materialized outside the infernus, beside Tim's dead body. Grasping him about the waist, I kicked my legs and pumped my wings, swimming as swiftly as I could towards the surface.
We broke the surface, and, as I gasped for air, I threw myself onto the deck of the ship. There was screaming. Panic. I attacked, bringing my vish to bear against the weak hh'ainun. Soon, there was silence.
I turned back to Tim. Hurriedly, I brought the vish I'd been shown to the forefront of my mind, and drew it in my magic around Tim's body. "Evashvā vīsh!"
Tim jerked, and his mind flared to life in mine. Eyes still closed, he began to cough weakly. I rolled him over and held him up in a position that would allow him to cough up the water in his lungs.
I felt him gain strength and rejoiced in it. When I felt him begin to grow aware of his surroundings, though, I panicked. What would I say, when he came fully back to himself and found me holding him? How would he react? Would he trust me? Or fear me? Hurriedly, I vanished back into the infernus.
Tim
As my eyes opened, I thought I saw a flash of red light. Blinking, I pulled myself to my hands and knees and looked around me.
My eyes widened. The... The entire crew of the boat was dead. Brutally lacerated bodies surrounded me, lying in slowly growing pools of blood.
And I was alive. I looked down at my wet hand. My memories of going over the side seemed to be accurate. I also had vague memories of- of a shadowy figure, a skeleton in a black robe. Then I was awake, and coughing up what felt like gallons of water while strong hands held me up.
Who was the shadowy figure I remembered? Whose hands had held me? Who had killed my enemies? Were they different people, or one and the same? And what would I do now?
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