This story is intended for adults only. It involves sex between males of differing species.
Demon's Mate 1
I stood in front of the forge which sat at the very southern edge of the central square, last of the public buildings before the rows of houses that formed like rings all the way to the high stone wall that protected the village. All the poultry, pigs and livestock that normally grazed the pasture at the center of the square had fled at the sound of our approaching wardens. The entire village was out, even the farmers beyond the wall had rushed into the heart of the village. Now they stood like cattle, trampling the grass beneath their feet, awaiting the words of our wardens.
Far back from the group I leaned against the warm stone wall to hear the message, Glin waiting at my side. All eyes were focused on the dais which had been erected on the northern edge of the square. Glin's gaze swiveled between the milling crowd, the group of wardens and up to my impassive face.
"What is it, Gram? Why do you think they're here now?" He was a smart lad but sometimes the most obvious things eluded him.
"They're here to speak of the battle and the clan leader's successor," I told him. The battle and the leader's death at the hands of their enemies had been the talk of the town.
"They are so fearsome to see," Glin said with a little shiver. I nodded in agreement and put my arm over his shoulder.
Glin was the smith's son and my place in the forge should have been his but he was too slight. Even at twenty years he appeared more a boy and could not handle the hammer or metal rods. I was two years his junior yet built much bigger. I had shared his bed since beginning my apprenticeship with his father at the age of ten. He'd become my lover two years later and a night didn't go by without me shooting my seed into his warm mouth or tight ass. Now apprenticed to the healer he continued to live at home so that we could spend our nights together.
At eighteen I was taller than any man in the village and could handle the tools of my trade with more ease than Glin's father. Watching the milling village folk he tucked himself into my side and we waited. Staying under the shadow of the eaves to hide my distinguishing hair was like second-nature as we waited.
It'd been a little over an hour since the whole village had heard the approach of the wardens. First came the baying of their hounds echoing through the valley, then the thunder of their steeds' hooves as they raced up the Old Road. People lined the streets to watch them come, giving the village the air of a festival-day.
The pack of hounds raced into the village first, baying and snapping. Mighty animals, they ground to a halt in the pasture – sniffing and searching out the scents of the now absent livestock. Black as sin and larger than any canine, we simple humans stayed clear of them until their masters arrived. Mounted on their giant steeds, also black and larger than any mere horse, the wardens entered the village.
They were a sight to behold. Demons of the Urkhu clan, the wardens guarded and protected our country. They were all massive warriors, each with long black manes of hair. They wore no clothing except a sort of wrap around their hips that covered their sex. Mighty tails whipped behind them and short horns grew from their foreheads. Each had a sword strapped into a sheath on their broad backs. Bow, arrows, javelin and daggers were close to hand, attached to their saddles.
Like their black hair each demon had coppery brown skin which looked like hide but was almost luminous in the mid-morning sun. Heavily muscled and taller than any man they were indeed a fearsome sight, though we did not fear them.
The Urkhu clan had watched over their human charges for more generations than anyone knew. We all considered ourselves lucky to live in their country and paid them our tithes in honor. Human refugees from other countries, who were lucky enough to make it to our borders alive, had such tales of misery and brutality from living under the rule of other demon clans that we counted ourselves blessed. Stories of human sacrifice, ritual murder, keeping humans as cattle to be eaten and even genocide came to us frequently. Especially since our village was relatively close to the border.
My own mother had been a refugee from some country far to the north. She died once she had me to safety. I did not remember her because I was only a babe but I'd been raised on stories of her bravery and sacrifice. They said that she was beautiful and fair with golden hair like mine. It set me apart from the other people in this country where the coloring tended to vary between dark and a soft brown, though none had skin as dark as the demons.
We watched them now, Glin and I, as the beasts and demons settled behind and to the sides of the raised platform. Everyone knew that each Urkhu demon had a hound and a steed, it had always been their way. The villagers waited and the new clan leader took to the stage. He was magnificent in motion with a steady grace that could not go unnoticed. Great bands of muscle rippled across his chest, abdomen and flanks. His arms and shoulders were mighty, his thighs massive beneath his slim hips. Below the knee there was an extra joint and hooves where feet should have been. Except for the horns, tail and hooves he would seem a man.
"My people," he began in a booming deep voice. "Our borders have been secured once more. We have decimated the Arkehni warriors who threatened us." A great cheer went up among the people but my heart and breath had all but frozen upon hearing him. It was like the ghost of a memory, familiar and haunting, yet intimate to make all the muscles in my nether parts seize and throb. My cock grew painfully hard in my loose breech-clout, all that I wore while working near the forge.
"Yet our safety comes at a terrible price," he continued once the crowd quieted. "We have lost our beloved Urkhu-kai. He is gone to the great warrior fields beyond." The hounds sent up a chorus of mournful howls at the words. "With his passing he named me as the next leader of our clan," the demons and then the humans began clapping, stomping their feet and yelling. The sounds echoed off the stone walls of the public buildings and rebounded through the village. His voice alone echoed through my head and the throbbing in my cock and through my guts intensified.
"As my wards, I vow to you that we will guard this land and the people in it with our lives..." The wind shifted and the breeze played through my hair and over my bare thighs like a caress, though it could not distract my gaze from the demon. "With the blood of our clan and...," his nostrils flared and he raised his head to scent the air, abruptly leaving off his words.
One of the steeds whinnied, its hooves thudding against the ground. At the same time one of the hounds growled then howled as if on the hunt. The crowd of villagers parted like the tall wheat before the wind and the hound ran through the opening they created. Too late I realized it was running towards Glin and I, it was almost upon us before my mind could make sense of what was happening. We stood as if frozen as the hound slowed and walked right to us.
His massive head butted up against my abdomen and he looked up at me with fiery red eyes. A low growl escaped his throat and he sniffed along the length of my hard cock and dug his long snout into the crease between my thigh and my cloth-covered balls. He pressed in further until I was forced to spread my legs and I felt him sniffing at the start of the crease to my ass. I placed my hand down onto his broad head and the rough fur prickled against my palm. A feeling like the air before a summer storm passed between us, intangible yet heavy.
"Ballon likes the scent of you, little one." Even before I glanced up I knew it was the demon, the new clan leader. His eyes were black as night and entranced me. I'd never been so close to a demon, even the nearby garrison of wardens stayed out of the village. His smell of musk and earth enveloped me. "What is your name?" This close his voice felt like a physical touch.
"Gram," the word tumbled off my lips without thought. Glin whimpered beside me and tucked his face into my side. Instinctively I tightened my arm around him.
"And the boy?" he asked in a deceptively calm whisper.
"My lover, Glin." I gave no thought to my automatic response. In a move too quick to comprehend the demon grabbed Glin by his throat and ripped him away from me. Glin cried out for me and began sobbing as the demon held him high above the ground.
"What are you doing? Put him down," I cried as I lunged forward and pulled on the demon's forearm. Despite my strength he was immovable. It seemed impossible that I couldn't bend his flesh to my will. I was the strongest man in the village. The muscles in my arms and shoulders bulged but had no effect.
The demon leaned forward and carefully smelled the terrified Glin as the hound growled ominously beside us. "You are mine," he said in a voice that made my blood run cold though he never took his eyes off the trembling youth. I knew he was talking to me. He flung Glin away and he landed in a heap by the entrance to the forge. Glin fled into the shadowed entrance. I turned back to the demon and with a start realized that a giant steed now stood on my other side.
Trapped between the stone wall of the forge, the demon, the hound and the steed I watched him and waited for him to strike. Instead he smiled at me, showing off straight white teeth. I'd expected fangs and found myself smiling back. "He's lucky he's never taken you or I'd have had to kill him."
Despite all that had just happened my cock still pulsed in time with my heart and desire raced through my veins, making my head swim. "Why?" I couldn't seem to censor myself before him. Looking up into his unreadable eyes I felt no fear.
"He did not have my permission. You are my mate, little human. You have been so since the beginning of time. No being alive may take what is mine, I will protect you with my life."
"I don't understand...," his scent and voice, the nearness of his body wouldn't allow my mind to function.
"You will. Now I will take you to the clan elders and claim you. It's been generations since one of us found a human mate." He proclaimed his intentions and with amazing ease hoisted me over his shoulder and mounted the steed. He shifted me as he settled, cradling me in his arms he leaned forward and took the reins. Only I and the steed could hear him as he said, "Fly, Buson, we have a mate to claim."
The steed sprang to life and raced through the lane and we were passing through the old gate through the stone wall. The hound I saw was right beside us, loping along. The lands passed by us in a blur as it seemed that the steed was truly flying. In what seemed seconds we were beyond the farmlands and passing into the forest path.
"Where are we going?" I yelled over the galloping hooves.
"We are going to the city of Narthana, beauty. Now quiet yourself, I must concentrate." He began to murmur in some strange language, words I could not understand. At least the few words I heard over the hooves of his steed hitting the ground sounded musical and sharp, alien. After a few minutes there was a popping sound followed by a sudden pressure at my temples. Just when I thought it would kill me it ceased and I glanced around to see a high wall of white stone looming over us. It was higher than any tree and yet I could make out towers of white stone behind the wall that were even taller.
We passed through a gate and then the steed's hooves were ringing out over cobblestone streets as we raced through a vast village. Overwhelmed I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around the demons warm body. "I have you, Gram. We are almost to the council chambers."
The cadence of the steed's hooves changed, slowed, and the resounding click of his hooves told me we had entered a vast space with flagstones set into the floor. Coming to a halt the demon slid off the steed, still holding me in his arms. I opened my eyes and had only a moment to marvel at the amazing frescoes painted on the walls and ceiling of the grand room. They depicted scenes of battle between the Urkhu, always with the demon and his steed and hound, fighting a multitude of fierce creatures I could never have imagined.
"Council Elders," the demon spoke and I followed the direction of his gaze to a high table which seated a number of old demons. I'd never seen an old demon but their white hair, wrinkles and falling flesh gave clear indication of their vast age. "I have come to present my mate and claim him before you."
"It has been a very long time since one of our kind found a human as a mate," one of them replied. "I sense the bond yet to be formed. Do you know how to claim him, my Lord?"
"I do not," the demon replied and took my hand in his. "Do any of the council members have the knowledge I seek? The mating urge is strong upon me, breaking my will. I would know now." My demon's voice rang with authority and I squeezed his large hand more tightly in mine. Perhaps in answer his tail came forward and flicked at my back in a soothing gesture.
"You must ask him," another of the old demons spoke. "If he accepts you, then you must take him by right. He will die but through your seed he will be marked and reborn as your mate."
My demon turned to me, panting now as he hadn't been before. "Will you accept your role as my mate?" He asked with urgency.
"I-I don't know... yes? But what does he mean I will die?" The entire situation was beyond my understanding but my blood thrummed through my veins for him. My very being seemed drawn to him as lead will draw to lead in the forge.
He turned to the old demons, "He said yes." My demon unfastened the wrap around his hips and let it fall. Turning to me I took in his massive balls, big as melons, and his cock. It seemed short but as it began to arouse I saw that it was actually dropping from inside his body. It grew quickly as he ripped away the rags I was wearing, his hand strong on my arm. His cock was awe-inspiring. It was longer than my forearm and wider than my wrist; the head, bigger than my fist.
"I'm sorry, my little mate, so sorry." I ripped my eyes from his cock and met his dark eyes. I hadn't yet grasped what was coming to pass and he saw this. "I wish this first time did not have to hurt. I vow to you that you will survive this and we will be together. On my life."
"Wait," I protested. I tried to free myself from his hand but he only pulled me closer. With his incredible strength he spun me around before him. With one hand on the back of my neck and the other on my hip he bent me forward. I was powerless to do anything, couldn't even struggle. The hound and steed watched. I had a second to notice their cocks had descended and both were hard before I felt the heat of the demon's cock at my ass.
"Wait, please," I tried again. With a savage thrust he forced his cock into my untried passage. A wild cry of terror and pain broke free of me. He pushed more in and my scream built. With a great wrench inside my body something tore loose. I tried to pull in more air but it wouldn't come. I opened my eyes and between my feet I saw a puddle of blood, my blood. Gray spots danced at the edge of my vision. He gave me the final push and I knew he was completely within me.
I closed my eyes and fell into a seething abyss of burning pain.