The Demon's Toy Book 1: Secrets Unfold
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The Healer and The Demon
(Welcome to my creations first real chapter. It starts out rather dark and becomes more so as your read, so I do caution anyone against forced sex and rape to turn right back around because this story, while there is some very heated love scenes has a lot of dark, dark moments that twist each character around. Krinthen ( http://mt-pictures.deviantart.com/gallery/28244286#/art/A-Lil-Slutty-Color-180920193?_sid=3fc7daaf ) Son'Arrin ( http://mt-pictures.deviantart.com/gallery/?offset=24#/art/Wicked-Son-Arrin-305667031?_sid=28d8d32 ) I am the artist of both pictures, these are links into my DA gallery... Both pictures you would need an account to view the mature content.))
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The Demon’s Toy: 1
The Healer and The Demon
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Krinthen Silver, half-dark Fae, half human and all of him dedicated to healing those in pain. He had been brought up by his human mother to care for those around him, for she had a rather large and loving heart and endowed it to her only off spring. Krin did not know his father, other then by name and title for his mother feared what would become of him should his father hold more sway over his life. Which was fine with Krin, even though he was curious about his father, he did not seek the man out, believing that his mother was only trying to protect him from dangers.
But she was long dead now and he had very few friends since becoming the Head of the House of Healing. He had earned the rank, but there were those with jealous tongues that liked to sharpen them on his hide. So the young half-breed found him self living an isolated life. He did not dare become involved with anyone, for that would mean to pull the person into a life of rumors and back stabbing with him. Living life on the outside, looking it, longing for more but his fingers were too singed to find out what more was and decided to leave life to those that were better at living it. He had seen too much already, those that were jealous tearing the love right out of several strong relationships, ruining them, casting them aside for their own selfish pleasures. Besides the glaring fact he preferred male company to female, Krin did not wish to be ostracized further. That lifestyle wasn’t overly popular among other humans of White City and he with out a doubt would find himself fired. It was scandalous in their minds and he already lived under a cloud of assumptions and doubt, why add another log to the already burning fire? Though he did know a few male couples, their shared love was a well-guarded secret, kept hidden from all others. While he longed for such a life, a love to share, even a well guarded secrete love that he could treasure and would treasure him in return, he lived in the spotlight and was denied such an illicit affair of the heart. Leaving Krin utterly alone, lonely and with only his work to keep him from going completely off the deep end. At least it was something; most did not even have that much. He excepted his lot in life and kept moving forward the best he could, healing those that came through the doors of the House of Healing. Settling for touching a small bit of another person’s life. ***** It had been a long nearly endless day and Krinthen was more then ready to call it to an end even before he finished with the paper work and slip into bed to sleep the sleep of the dead. Sliding fingers through long ink black hair, pushing it back off his face, holding the long locks at the back of his head for a moment before letting them go again. All he wished to do was lay his aching head against his pillow, close his eyes and never wake up, was that too much to ask? Sighing, Krin signed the last piece of paper before him. Finished, he thought tiredly, all that’s left is to walk the few feet from my office to the stairs, then up them god-awful stairs, a few more feet to my apartment doors. Then bed! Grinning widely at the idea of slinking into the warm soft mattress, feeling the cool sheets cover his naked flesh, his body melting, until the ache in his bones eased and sleep pulled him down deep. Yes... warm soft bed with the thick blankets and over stuffed pillows. Just thinking about laying his weary body drew a deep sigh of pleasure from his parted lips. All I have to do is make it that far! Shoving away from the heavy desk, Krin doused the light on his way out and made sure to lock the door before heading on his journey to bed. His steps slow and steady as his lashes dipped low over his silver blue eyes. Trailing his fingers along the way until he reached the door that let into the private stairwell. It would take him up to the rooms that some of the healers kept in the House of Healing when they were too tired to go home or those that didn’t live anywhere else, like him. Yes, I could live in my mother's house, but that place brings back too many memories even though she has been gone for more then fifty years now. I still miss her. She … she always brought some kind of peace to this madness. Krin was still very young in a lot of ways, while he was old to human eyes, he was still a half-breed, half dark Fae and they lived long lives. Longer then humans. And while living in a human world, Krin found himself torn between his races. Old for his years and yet still so young, wanting his mother and needing a lover. Most did not understand and that left an ache in his heart that seemed to never go fully away. Stepping into the stairwell, he lifted the dark green robes that came with his office as Head Healer, just enough not to trip on them while he walked up the fifteen steps that would take him to the second floor of the House of Healing. It was a good thing that his bedroom was the first apartment, since he didn’t feel that up to walking any further then he already had this night. Once at on the top step he reached into his pocket and withdrew a heavy brass key and fit it into the lock of the door and twisted it. Opening the now unlocked door, Krinthen stepped inside and shut the door behind him. Leaning against the heavy frame for a moment, he reached behind him and flipped the lock, "home," he muttered before he shoved away from the door. The front room wasn’t very large and he managed to pick his way across the room in the semi darkness. There was a couch to the right of him with a low table in front of it and a stand to the left. The dining table was at least ten steps from the low table that sat in front of the couch and there were only two chairs at the table. Two… why do I have two chairs? He wondered to him self as he passed by them and to the door that stood slight ajar. It’s been so long since I have shared dinner with anyone, even one of my colleges… It only collects dust and serves to remind me that I am and probably will always be alone. Causing the Fae Healer to realize that he would never have anyone to occupy it. It was a physical reminder to the void in his life. Left open and waiting to be filled but there was no one that he wanted to fill it. But those were thoughts that he never thought nor shared with anyone, who would listen? Who would believe him? Why would they even care? The face he showed to the world was a quiet one, willing to help anyone that needed his help and that would let him help. He was often thought of as being too stoic, too distant to reach and coldly resistant in excepting another into his life. Though he was far from those things, but it was better then letting someone close. It was Krin’s way for protecting him and others. Hiding behind walls and masks had become second nature to him. Stepping into his bedroom, the low light of a glass globe filled the room in soft yellow light. His silver blue gaze was drawn to the large bed that called his name. Crawling into the bed was all he could think of as his hands worked the several fastening that held the dark green robe closed around his slim body. Letting the robe hit the floor Krin rolled his hands along the back of his neck and over his shoulders, trying to work the knots free with a tiny bit of his own healing. Standing in front of his bed in only a loose fitting pair of pants that he wore under the heavy green fabric, Krin’s eyes drifted to half mass. He thought he was alone until he felt a pair of hands touching his own hands and a voice whispering in his ear, "Here, let me do that for you." Eyes flaring wide, he jumped and turned to face the intruder, "Who are you?" He blurted without think. Only to come face to chest with a demon, tipping his head back to see the leering grin of the other male. Krin gaped, "Oh, my god..." Feeling his knees buckle, Krin sat down on the bed. Reaching for a pillow to cover his half-nude body unable to remove his eyes from the large frame that seemed to fill and dominate the small room. Son smirked at the young healer as he sat on the bed, "If you want me to be Your God, I can. I will ask that you serve me well." Purring softly, Son reached for the young man’s face and caressed a pale cheek, "But you may call me Son’Arrin." Tracing his long claws over Krin’s lower lip, "I have come for you, healer. I wish to taste you and take away your pain. You will no longer have to be alone. All you have to do is surrender your heart and soul to me." Making his offer in warm, carefully spoken tones, feeling the smooth, soft skin under his fingers, so frail, soft, he wondered if the other was this soft all over. The silken timber of the demon’s voice as the clawed hand touched his face had Krin shivering. Though it had nothing to do with being cold. It was rather warm in the room, almost too warm… Twisting away from the hand, Krin slide backward on the bed, it probably was not the wisest of choices but it was the only one he had. For the large demon was blocking his way to the door and escape and there were no windows in the room. Licking his tongue over his lips to bring back some moisture Krin couldn’t help but to stare at the gray skinned creature with long violet hair and black eyes. Finding his voice at last, "Demons know nothing about taking away pain. All you can do it bring more. Go away. I don’t want you here." The smaller male hissed at the demon. Son made a tsking noise in the back of his throat at Krin’s outburst, "Well, if that is how you feel." Son moved rather fast for someone of his stature and gripped one of the Fae’s legs before he had a chance to move and yanked him across the bed, "I don’t care what you want, then. I will take what I want from you and you will have no choice about it then." Sin black eyes narrowed, his voice turning low and dangerous as he growled out, "I had every intention of playing nice." Krin squeaked as he was yanked to lay flat on his back as he looked up at the hulking demon, "I am warning you to let me go." His own voice growing dark and thick, even though he didn’t appear to be the dangerous sort with his ink black hair fanned out behind him, chest heaving and eyes dilated, Krinthen knew how to fight. He was not afraid of it, he had wanted to be a Knight, to go off to war, instead, Fate had other plans for him, when an accident brought his healing to the surface forcing him to change careers. Throwing his head back, Son laughed low and sensual, "Come now, little one, what can you do to me?" Leaning low over the healer’s body he brushed his mouth along the man’s jaw line, "This can be rather pleasurable if you let it." Giving Krinthen one more chance to surrender him self before Son just took what he wanted against the other's will. Snarling, Krin reached up and laid his hand on the demon’s face and pushed, sending a coil of agony through the demon when his hand touched the thing's flesh, "I warned you! Stay away from me." Having no desire to give in and become the demon’s play toy. Son yelped, feeling like red-hot wires were threaded through his skin from Krin’s touch. Son’s well placed control snapped, grabbing the healer’s wrist in one hand he slide from the bed, pulling Krin with him. Once on his feet he throw the smaller man across the room and into a wall, "How dare you!?!" The demon roared as he lunged at Krin again, this time taking a fist full of silky ink black hair, "You will pay for that." Claws gleaming a sickly greenish yellow, as he held them before the glazed silver blue eyes, "Mayhap you would like to forgo your powers?" Dazed with pain, Krin smiled weakly as he looked up at the demon, "I am sure someone heard the noise we are making. They will come in here and find you. And… and whatever you have planned will be all for not." The long, slick tongue of the demon’s slide from his mouth and traced along Krin’s ear and neck before retreating. Lowering his mouth to the wet ear, breathing softly against it, "Dear, sweet healer, listen carefully; I have stalked you a long time. I will not be denied. The room was warded against intrusion and from our noises escaping these walls. There is no one coming to save you. You are mine and I intend to prove to you just how much of you I will be taking." Placing the glowing claws on Krin’s chest, Son drew blood with a single scratch, letting the poison mix with the healer’s blood. Krin couldn’t prevent the moan that left his lips when Son breathed warmly against his wet ear. Trying to squirm away from any further contact, the healer let out a surprised bark of pain as Son drew blood to the surface. As the poison mixed and entered into his system, Krin felt disconnected from his body and mind. Falling against the demon he could barely open his eyes, "Wha-what d-d-id you d-d-o t-to me?" Feeling weak and sickly for the first time in his life. Listening to the panic in Krin’s voice set Son’s blood rushing through him. Letting out a slow purr against the Fae’s ear, he lapped at the delicate skin once more. Forcing Krin’s head back by the hair he held in his hand, Son smiled at the man, "I gave you a dose of poison that will nullify your powers." The exposed throat of the healer looked too good to pass up. Lowering his mouth he sampled the warm flesh, drawing a wet line to the pulse point with his lips where he settled for making a mark by sucking the tender skin into his mouth and suckling on it like a new born babe. Moaning helplessly as the demon held his head immobile by his hair; Krin tried to shove the demon away. But the creature was much stronger then him self. And with out his powers to aid him in warding off this attack he felt rather helpless. Feeling one of the demon’s arms circling around his body, holding him firmly to the strong wall of chest. He didn’t realize that Son had let go of his hair until his other hand plucked at the ties to his pants. Strong determined fingers began to loosen then releasing them so that Son could slide his hand down the front to cup then stroke his limp length of flesh. Lifting his head away from Krin’s neck to inspect the mark on the healer’s throat, "You taste so sweet." Lowering his mouth again, this time he caught one of Krinthen’s nipples, laving his rough tongue over the tiny bud, before flicking the tip of his tongue back and forth over the pebbled peek, "Yes, very sweet indeed."Shivering as the demon put his mouth on his chest, Krin knotted the violet locks around his fingers with the intent of pulling the demon from him only to find that he was holding him closer. No one had ever really touched him like this, sending heat spiraling from the tiny perked buds and into his groin that the demon’s hand was still wrapped lose around and stroking slowly to bring to full erection. The demon worked Krin’s pants the rest of the way off. Purring, if demons could make such a sound, Son eyed his prize, "You like this, don’t you, Krinthen." Moving his lips closer to the healer’s ear, "Do you want to know more? I can teach you. Show you. Bring you such pleasure." Making promises to the Fae healer as he wove a web of pleasure around the smaller, supple male. Another shiver stole over Krin’s lithe form as he panted hard, "Please…" trying to push away from Son again, "Don’t." He didn’t want to know. Not from a demon, not like this, tears slide down his pale cheeks; Krin tried to shove him self away again. He had to escape, fight, something… Chuckling softly against Krin’s ear, he turned the young man in his arms, "I don’t think I will give you a choice, then." Spotting a small foot stool near the door, Son drew it over to them with his tail. Placing his foot onto it, then lifted one of Krinthen’s long slender legs and placed it over the top of his bent leg forcing Krin to balance him self on his toes of fall. Son smiled against the healer’s neck as he pulled the young man’s hands behind his back and bound them there with his own shadow twisting powers. "Mmm, we are going to have so much fun, my dear sweet man. I am going to take my time. And when we are finished, no one else will ever come close to me. I will haunt you for the rest of your life. Whether you will it or not, no one will compare." Son’s long tongue touched his cheek and laved along it to his ear as his right hand found his nipple again and his left continued to stroke his cock. His body felt tight and hot as if something living were sliding around in his veins, licking his lips, Krin let out another low moan as he leaned back against Son. His head barely reached the demon’s shoulder even when he was standing on his toes. His leg began to shake with the effort of holding his body weight as the demon played with and tormented his heated skin. Then something odd happened, or at least Krin thought it was odd, he felt something slide over his raised leg and down between his thighs. After a minute it was pressing at his entrance, wiggling slightly as if demanding to be let into his body. Jerking his head away from the tongue and shoulder, he glared at Son, "What..?" Smiling at the startled Fae, Son told him, "Relax Fae. It’s only my tale, unless you wish to take me with out proper preparations. That can be arranged. Though I didn’t take you for the kind that enjoyed pain." Trembling Krin snarled at the demon that was forcing this onto him, "I don’t enjoy pain. And I am not enjoying this. If you claim to know so much about me, then you know I don’t want you. Don’t want this. Get your hands off of me!" trying to stomp his foot down on the demon’s instep to gain his freedom. Though what good would it do him with his hands tied behind his back? What the hell! When had that happened? Son snarled and wrapped his fingers into the long ink black tresses and pulled Krin’s head back against his shoulder, "You are going to regret that, healer." Flinging Krin onto his own bed so that the half Fae landed on with his stomach facing into the mattress and his legs were left off the edge with that cute little butt so temptingly raised in the air. Stalking over Son placed his hand into the middle of the healer’s back, pinning him to the bed, his other curved over the firm round flesh, squeezing it before tracing along the cleft, "I am going to enjoy this." Finding the tiny pucker he circled it with his finger, "You know, if you ask nicely, I might find something to ease my way into your tight body."
Krin landed on the bed with a winded, "oomph," And didn’t have time to move as Son shoved a hand into the middle of his back and held him tightly in place as his other hand assaulted his body. Oh gods, he was going to be raped by a demon. The startling thought hit him like a brick in the chest. Struggling again to get up, to push Son off of him only seemed to make the demon more determined in his efforts as the finger that had been sliding around his tightly clenched entrance worked its way inside to the first knuckle. Whining in pain, Krin tried to pull away from the intrusive digit, "No… stop… please… don’t…" Son slid his digit in a bit further, "That is asking nice, but not what I want to hear." Crooking his finger he began to search for the tiny ball of nerves that would have Krin purring for his touch. He wanted that finger out of him, it felt uncomfortable as it twisted and worked him from the inside. A jolt of white, hot pleasure shot up his spine causing Krin to moan. Oh… gods that felt …good. The liquid heat spread through his veins causing his fingers and toes to tingle. Hearing the healer moan into his touch, Son was pleased, "do you want me to do that again?" Nodding his head stupidly, Krin pressed back against Son’s hand. This was so wrong, but it felt too good to pass up. The healer may have the rumor passing around that he traded sexual favors for his position in the house of heal, but that just wasn’t so. Most would be shocked to know that the dark Fae half-breed was still a virgin. But not for long if Son’Arrin got his way. Which it looked like he was going to despite the fact that Krin was so far out of his depths and really did not want the other to be touching him like this, it was wrong... He wanted this first time to be with someone that loved him, to hold a memory worth keeping close to his heart... not some nightmare that he would want to burn from his mind. Sliding his finger out of Krin’s ass, he reached for his own risen cock that was weeping and wetted his fingers on the pre cum before returned to teasing Krin into giving him what he had come to take. It was so much more pleasurable to the demon to have his victims want him then to force them. For when they came down from their high and realized what they had done, ah, the true pain could begin. Slicking his fingers on the clear pearly liquid, Son again reached for the prone figure that laid half on and half off the bed. Teasing the cleft that ran between the globes of toned flesh, the demon slide first his middle finger into the tiny opening with out hesitating causing Krin to hiss at the sudden intrusion of his body. Smirking as Krin relaxed and took the offering before adding his forefinger and began to scissors it as he searched out that tiny nub of never endings. Moaning, as the second digit was suddenly added without much warning, Krin bit into the thick dark blue comforter that covered his bed to muffle any another noise. Shame coursed through him as his body turned traitor and began to move with the demon’s fingers as they moved in and out of his body, slicking his insides and preparing him for something bigger. He didn’t want to think about what was going to happen next. Couldn’t think about it as Son twisted his fingers and stroked along the set of nerves again sending heat spiraling through his veins and turning his body into a quivering ball of need. Leaning over the Fae, Son purred into his ear, "Stop biting on that and sing for me. I want to hear your moans of pleasure as I bring you to the brink." The demon laved his tongue over the shell of the slightly pointed ear before sucking the lobe into his mouth and wetting it. Letting the damp bed coverings slide from his mouth, Krin filled the demon’s request and moaned in his throat for him. How could he not? Never having experienced such blissful pleasure before, Krin wasn't certain of anything anymore, he knew he didn't want the other touching him but he had never thought it would feel this good, either. He certainly never expected a demon to be doing such things to his body or to find himself reacting in such heated and impassioned ways, surprising himself as he moaned louder as those fingers continued to stroke his insides, moving in and out, leaving him light and dizzy, flushed and aroused. Hearing Krin vocalize his pleasure caused Son to moan with Krin. Gods the little healer was so intoxicating. Those soft, pink lips parted as he gasped for breath, invitingly wet, full, wanton. Suddenly Son had the urge to feel them around his throbbing arousal. Smiling against the ear he had been sucking on he whispered in his honey sweet voice, "I have an idea… but first, I need to do something." Lifting his tail again into easy reach, Son slide back, bracing a hand on Krin’s lower waist to keep him from moving, "Now hold still." It wasn’t as big as the erection between his legs but it was certainly wider then the two fingers he was now pulling from the healer’s ass. Krin whimpered at the loose of those fingers. They had been doing such a wonderful job of bringing him to the edge of his control. He hadn’t known how badly he wanted to fall off that edge with someone before and right now, he didn’t care if it was a demon or another mortal being. Curling his fingers into his palms, Krin bit back another tiny whimper as he turned his head to watched the demon with that tail, teeth sinking into his lower lip as he lifted himself for it. Rolling the tip of his tail against Krin’s pucker, Son pressed it into the man’s rear and watched as he stretched and took this as well. Murring in satisfaction as he worked it deeper causing Krin to writhe in pleasure, "Just a bit more I think. I want you good a ready for what I have in mind." Once he had filled Krin’s passage with as much as he could take, though it wasn’t even close to the full length of his tail, Son took the healer’s hips and rolled him over onto his back, "How does that feel?" "Unnnhhaaa…" What was the demon doing? Flipped onto his back he stared up at the cold black eyes for a moment not understanding how he had just been turned with the demon inside of him. Letting his eyes travel down the demon’s graceful well shaped form he came to the answer; he wasn’t inside of him. Unable to pull his silver blue gaze away from the imposing size of the naked aroused body as the demon’s hand came up and slid down thick hard length. If that wasn’t in him… what was? Turning wide eyes on the demon he watched as it smirked at him. Flicking his tail, Son watched as Krin jumped a bit before the light of understanding entered his smoldering gaze, "It’s my tail," he couldn’t help stating as the color drained from Krin’s cheeks, "It comes in handy if there is a lack of toys to be had." Reaching for the long ink black hair with the other hand, Son pulled Krin closer, "Besides I have other plans for this," stroking the heavy appendage that stuck out boldly from between his legs, "can you guess?" Shaking his head, Krin tried to pull back, "No…" turning his head to the side, as he was finally able to pull his gaze away from the demon and his obscene gestures. Chucking softly, "Alright, I will tell you." With the hand that had been on that cock Son traced a wet, slick finger over Krin’s petal soft lips, forcing his thumb between them, worked on prying the man’s jaws apart, "I want to fuck your mouth. See those pretty lips wrapped around my dick, to feel the heat of that mouth of yours." Whimpering in protest, Krin tried to turn his head away from the hand that was touching him. He didn’t want the demon anywhere near his mouth. But the hand in his hair kept him from turning his head so he resorted to the other option and bit down on the thumb as it worked in past his teeth. Scowling in displeasure as he felt Krin’s teeth sink into his flesh, Son flicked his tail several times causing Krin to cry out in pain. Son took his opportunity and shoved his cock into the opened mouth, causing the sound to be cut off and Krin to gage and cough, "Bite that and I will do so much worse to you." Terror filled Krin as he sat on the edge of the bed where Son had pulled him. The demon’s tail filling his ass and the monster’s cock in his mouth. All the warm feelings he had been having vanished as tears filled his eyes. He would like nothing better then to sink teeth into the demon, only he didn’t know what could be worse then this and didn’t want to find out. His jaw began to ache from just holding the length in his mouth and an awful taste filled his mouth forcing him to swallow of choke on it. Son placed the other hand in Krin’s hair and stroked over the soft thick length, "Ahhh, such a pretty sight you are." Applying pressure as he grasped the thick strands of ink black silk he pressed further into the warm wet mouth, touching the back of Krin’s throat causing him to gage again. Pulling away only to shove back into the healer’s mouth and throat, "Wrap your pretty lips around me and use your tongue. Wiggle it a little." Tears slide down his cheeks as he closed his lips around the demon’s dick and did as he was told, wiggling his tongue as the demon thrust into and out of him mouth repeatedly. He barely noticed that the tail was flicking gently back and forth inside of him, rubbing and stretching him further yet. Soon it became hard not to notice and sit still as the demon raped his mouth. The warm wet mouth wrapped around his erection was nearly undoing, though Krin didn’t know what he was doing it still felt good and knowing that he was the first to invade this delicious treat made it all the better. But there was something else that he wanted more then the mouth. It was to be buried to the hilt in the dark Fae’s ass. Groaning as he pulled all the way out of the sensual heat with a wet pop, Son smiled down at Krin, "I think you are ready. And you have done such a good job of making me slick." Moving his hands from the healer’s hair to his shoulders then chest, "Lay back and spread your legs wide. In fact put your feet up on the mattress." Lying back on his bed, Krin moved his feet from the floor and set them on the edge of the bed leaving his legs spread wide. Licking his tongue over his lips as he turned his head to the side to stare at the wall without seeing it, he knew what was going to happen next and wanted to be as far away from his body as possible. Closing his eyes he tried to imagine he was anywhere else. Far away as possible from the demon and his touching, fondling hands. Son smiled as he looked over Krin spread wanton on his own bed, his tail still deep with in him causing Krin’s hips to lift every so often with the flicks over the healer’s prostate. His lips swollen and flushed from the oral exercise. Letting the shadow’s unwrap from Krin’s arms, Son pulled them over Krin’s head and reapplied them. Frowning slightly when he looked down and found the healer’s eyes closed, that wouldn’t do. Reaching between Krin’s legs he stroked the healer’s hardening length, "Come back Krinthen, darling. We are not done yet. Stay with me a little longer. This only gets better. I promise." Taking the healer’s mouth with his, he thrust his tongue into the willing cavern and explored, tasting the rich mixture of himself on the healer’s breath. If he had more time he would like to do more then just fuck the silly boy’s mouth, he would like to cum in it. Wondering if Krin would like the taste of his seed as it slid down his throat. But that would have to wait. Moaning a little as the kiss was broke, Krin lifted heavy lids to find that the demon was still there, still inside of him, leering down at him, "Go away… leave me alone…" He breathed huskily. Giving a small shake to his head Son answered, "I am not going anywhere, not until I have had my fill. Though I doubt that will ever happen." Looking down between their bodies, his dark eyes staring at the portal he wished to be inside of, a slow, cruel smile spread over his features, "But for that, I will teach you a lesson you will not soon forget little one." More shadow lashings appeared, wrapping around Krin’s legs, thighs and feet, trapping him with his legs spread. Then they pulled him a little further apart. "Nnahhhaaa… It hurts… stop…" Krin cried out as it felt like the demon was trying to use his legs as a wishbone. "Good. Then you will remember this." Kneeling on the bed Son nudged his cock against the already full puckering muscle that stood guard the entrance to Krin’s body. Eyes widening in horror as he stared up at the demon, Krin felt the demon slide the head of his cock into him. "NOOO!" Son didn’t mean to take him with out removing the tail? Tossing his head to the side he screamed again knowing that no one would hear his cries of anguish. Pushing again Son watched as Krin’s body stretched to take more of his large cock. The healer’s hips tried to buck but more shadow lashings wrapped around his thighs and waist holding him still. The screams were like music to Son’s demonic ears as again he pressed forward filling the orifice with more of his dick. It took some work to fully seat himself inside of Krin with his tail already there. He could imagine that Krin was feeling more then full and Son had to admit it was a very tight fit but well worth the effort. Looking from where their bodies were connected to Krin’s face that was tensed with pain, Son noted that Krin’s teeth had sunk into his lower lip and drew blood. Leaning over the prone young man, Son lapped up the blood, "you look a little flushed healer. I hope you now understand how much worse this could be for you." Krin’s eyes shoot open, the blue had bled through to silver as the dark Fae emerged, "Get. Out. Of. Me." Krin demanded as he lay tied to the bed and the demon fully seated inside of him. "Ummm, still a little feisty I see. Very well." Shifting Son started to pull out of Krin’s tight moist heat only to have a slow smirk cross his features, his eyes alight with an inner fire, "On second thought." The look was utterly cold and unrelenting as he plunged back into the dark Fae’s helpless body showing now merci as he did so over and over. Son no longer cared if Krin was enjoying him self or not. He had had enough of the prissy little bitch and he was just to fuck the slut into the bed with out remorse for the damage he was doing to the healer’s once virginal state. Growling into Krin’s ear as he changed the angle of his body so that he was striking sweet spot with every rough thrust, "When I finish with you, you will not be able to walk a month let alone sit with any comfort." Pain ripped through his mind killing all desire and pleasure when Son set up the brutal pace, his body being taken over and over, stretched, filled then left, again and again. Krin was beyond crying, too hoarse to scream anymore. The strength to fight taken from him as the assault when on and on, robbing him of any innocents he might still have held, any hope that this would be over quickly. His eyes dulled and flattened, it didn’t matter that Son was sending his body over the edge. It was rape. He shouldn’t be enjoying this. He wasn’t enjoying it. He couldn’t help that his body didn’t know any better. It seemed that it was no longer listening to him as he breaths came in short hard pants with every thrust that Son gave. The sound of slick bodies slapping against each other filled the room. Echoed off the walls. Releasing the healer from his bindings, Son had nothing to fear now. The healer was out of his mind with pain and pleasure, the pain of knowing he was being raped and the pleasure that he was sending through the lithe little body. Reaching between them, Son wrapped his hand around Krin’s weeping cock and began to stroke over the full arousal giving him the extra push it seemed he need to climax. Snapped back to his body, Krin felt a blinding white light filled him as his body tensed then it happened; stars burst on the backs of his eyelids. Crying out in elation as his body seemed to suddenly spasm over and over. His seed spilled over the demon’s hand. Son let out a keening noise as he flung his violet colored hair over his shoulders. Krin’s tight little body clenched around his over and over as it seemed the healer’s climax went on and on causing the demon to lose the control he had been keeping thus far. Son came in the healer filling him with his own seed. Beaming in triumphant glory he looked up to find that Krin had blacked out. Letting out a shout of laughter he removed his tail first then his cock. Wrinkling his noise a little, he would like to stick around to do this again, but the sun was soon to rise and if he did not return to his dwelling place, then he would be about as powerful as a new born kitten. Once again he leaned over Krin and whispered into the Fae’s slightly pointed ear, "You have been the best little fuck I have had in awhile. And since I have taken your powers, your identity and your virginity, I think I will leave you with your life." Lowering his mouth to the curve of neck and shoulder, Son sucked hard on the skin, leaving a flushed mark on the pale silken texture, "I hope you will come to thank me for this small gesture." Sliding off the bed he admired his handy work one last time before returning the shadow from whence he came, promising him self that he would come back and see the healer again, soon. Though… what was healer with out his power to heal? Could he even heal him self?