Pain and Pleasure

I know, the chapters are getting longer and longer! ^^;

Chapter 21.

It was night. The sun was already rising, painting the sky a bright red - Xir’ag’s color; the color of blood. Sajore loved that colour. And he loved this time of night, when the warmth of the rising sun made his skin tingle and his eyes water, but the darkness was still so thick that it welcomed him outside with loving, gentle arms.

Quentin was waiting for them outside in the garden, walking around and admiring the flower blooms. When the men stepped out, he flashed them a happy smile. “I hope you slept well, it’s time to meet your master.”

Immediately Xir’ag started grinning like a little kid. He was so excited that it was difficult to stay still. Quentin sniggered lightly and led them towards the big gate, leading to the field behind the castle. Sajore followed them gloomily. He hadn’t forgiven or forgotten.

There, on the grassy field, they saw a middle aged elf, sitting on the ground. She was dressed in a loose tunic and short pants. Her light brown hair was tied up on a loose ponytail. It looked like she was praying, her face downturned and her back hunched. When they walked closer, Quentin yelled out, “Wino,” and the elf woman jumped up with a start. Much too agile to be an old woman, they noticed right away.

Sajore and Xir’ag glanced at each other. Both of her hands were glowing green and her eyes were huge. Then the glow disappeared and she looked at their small group along her long nose. Sajore noticed that her hands were still marked with a strange green pattern.

“So, this brat drow is my new pupil?”

Xir’ag blinked. He had been expecting someone… well, older and more wizard like. But then again, he himself didn’t quite fit the powerful wizard stereotype either, so it was possible that this woman really was much stronger than he. He nodded respectfully at her, “Yes, my lady.”

The woman let out a loud, happy laughter and pointed at Xir’ag with her hand. “Alright brat. Let’s duel. I’m not taking just anyone to be my pupil, you need to have potential. And if you doubt that I have anything new to teach you, you’ll see my skills too. Hm?”

Before Xir’ag could move, Sajore stepped in front of him and growled, “You tested us enough last night. What the hell was that about? Don’t ever do that again!” he was pointing at her with his hand, looking extremely lethal with his yellow glowing eyes and bared fangs. Quentin stepped further away behind them.

The woman was quiet and serious for a small moment, then, after considering his words, she nodded. “Okay. That’s a deal.”

Sajore blinked, but before he could disagree, the woman was waving at Xir’ag to come closer. Now, let’s go!”

Xir’ag let out a nervous gasp and stepped forward, glancing at Sajore as he went past him. “Alright.” he said doubtfully and the woman jumped backwards with ease, landing a few dozen feet from them. “So, let’s start.”

Xir’ag walked quickly closer, shedding unnecessary clothes to the ground and glancing at Sajore over his shoulder. The vampire was frowning, but looked calm again.

Xir’ag knelt to his fighting position and stared at the woman. He had no idea how strong she was and what kind of magic she could produce, but he trusted her not to hurt him too much. He wouldn’t be able to return any attacks, just to defend himself. And suddenly he started to doubt his ability to do even that. What if the lady didn’t think he was worth teaching? He didn’t want to travel further to find another teacher.

Desperately he stared at the woman until suddenly, in a blink of an eye she knelt, pressed her hands to the ground and let out an ear shattering scream.

Xir’ag almost fell as the ground under him suddenly moved. Thick tree roots erupted from everywhere around him and tried to tangle around his body. They were all glowing with strange green light, the same light that the elf wizard had in her hands again.

Xir’ag was too shocked to do anything but to try and avoid the roots. He stared at her, flipping in the air and making pirouettes, jumping onto his hands. Back to his feet, dodging and dodging again.
His breath quickened and he clenched his teeth together. He would have to do better than this or the lady would get bored with him.

He turned around, calling all the magic powers he possessed into his hand, pressing his other palm against his wrist. His hand ached and he smelled burning flesh. He let out a roar and pointed his hand towards the woman. She grinned at him as a blue lighting flew out from his palm. But then it started to swirl in the air, shaking and falling. They heard a huge booming sound as the lighting went out meters away from the woman. Xir’ag screamed as pain surged in his burned palm and fell to his knees. Sajore ran to him.

Instantly the wizard woman stopped her screaming and the green glow went out. She stood up and cocked her head, leaning her hand on her other hip. “You have some serious problems there, brat.”

Xir’ag cursed under his breath and nodded as Sajore poured cool water onto his palm from a canister Quentin had offered him. “Yes I do.”

“Is this the reason why you are looking for a tutor?”

“Yes, my lady.”

“At least you’re polite.” She smiled lightly, walking closer. “And I can sense strong magical force in you. It’s just… messed up”. She grinned as she offered her hand for Xir’ag.

Xir’ag got up slowly and shook her hand with his healthier one in surprise, he had been sure the woman would be utterly disappointed in him. Her hand was warm and he could still see strange green veins crisscrossing the skin of her arms and hands.

She was taller than Xir’ag, but he was already used to it, everyone on the surface seemed to be taller than him. She was almost as tall as Sajore, he noticed when the vampire reached to shake hands with her too. They seemed to have made some sort of truce though they were still glaring silently at each other.

Then Wino turned to Xir’ag and smiled at him with a searching look in her eyes. He had definitely succeeded in rousing her interest. “Get changed. You need clothes that won’t get on the way while we practise. And be sure, I won’t let you off easily, this is going to be hard work.”

Xir’ag couldn’t help it when a relieved smile spread across his face. “I’m used to hard work, my lady.”

“Good. Now… what was your name again?”

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Xir’ag hurried into their room, Sajore following after him, grinning like a madman. He loved to see the drow so excited and was ready to forget his problems so he could be happy with Xir’ag.

As soon as they got into the room, Xir’ag got rid of all his clothes and pulled only his very tiny red pants on.

Sajore was staring at him from the bed. “Do you think your teacher will be angry if you’ll be a bit late? I-“ he jumped up and scooped Xir’ag up to his lap, holding his hands on the drow’s half-bared buttocks. The pants were really tiny. “I can’t let you go out there when you look like this. Not before molesting you,” he growled.

Xir’ag laughed and pushed Sajore’s chest. “You got to molest me plenty last night. Today I work,” he spoke with that serious professional wizard voice and Sajore knew he had no choice but to let him go.

He pouted as he let Xir’ag jump back to the floor. “Last night neither of us was exactly ourselves so I want to make love to you next morning really slowly and long,” he teased the drow and Xir’ag’s serious expression melted into a tiny smile.

“Do you have to practise wearing that?” the vampire finally asked, as the drow said nothing back.

Xir’ag nodded. “Yes. This is the smallest outfit I have and I don’t want clothes to get in the way.”

Soon he was back on the field where the wizard lady, Wino, was waiting for him impatiently, now only wearing her short pants and a small top. She was stretching her arms and legs but stopped and smiled when Xir’ag appeared. “Learn to be faster,” her eyes swept over his body and she grinned. “But I’ll forgive you this once. I like your pants.”

Xir’ag snickered and bowed to her lightly.

Then she was serious again.“First I will have to teach you the basics of controlling your power all over again. You cannot trust the powers you gained in your dark underground drow city, those powers do not work here.”

Xir’ag sighed and nodded, he had guessed this much. She stepped closer and took his hands into hers. “These have been your tools before, right?” Xir’ag nodded.

“You have been able to summon your magic to your hands and from there to the direction you want to send it, but from now on, you will learn to use your whole body and everything around you, you’ll be one with the surroundings and one with your magic, it will be in you.”

Xir’ag was confused but nodded again.

“And to start, we need to find your personal power. You’ve seen my power, the tree root technique. I am a forest elf, forests have always been dear to me and I draw my power from the earth, summoning the help of the trees,” she smiled mischievously. “I have a weakness though. If there is no soil where wood can grow, I am powerless to draw my powers out from the earth.”

Xir’ag’s eyes went wide. What good was a power like that? She smiled at his shocked face. “I know what you’re thinking. But this is why wizards who fight like me always have some object where we can store a portion of power for emergencies.”

She smiled as she pulled a small ball from a pouch that was hanging on a belt on her hip, it looked like a wooden sphere. “This is my power object. Yours can be what ever you feel most familiar and at home with.”

“A fighting pole,” Xir’ag answered without hesitation and she nodded. “Okay. We’ll get you a pole. But first you need to learn to summon the magic. And to do that, we need to learn what magic will obey you, what your element is.”

She stepped away. “Lift your hands up.”

Xir’ag did as told. She circled around him and hummed. “No, that’s not it, lower your arms.” She scooped up some soil and took Xir’ag’s hand, pouring it on his palm. “Concentrate. Close your eyes.” Xir’ag did as told and again he hummed. “No.”

Xir’ag opened his eyes just to see her snap her fingers. There was a small fire between her fingers, she brought her hand closer to his. “The fire flickered and then suddenly, the wet soil burst into flames. Xir’ag yelped and was about to throw the burning soil away but she stopped his hands, grinning widely.

“Interesting,” she said and let Xir’ag toss the burning mud away.

“Kneel down.”

Xir’ag sat on his knees. “Press your hands against the ground. “Now, close your eyes and take a deep breath.”

Xir’ag did so, waiting for something amazing to happen. But nothing did. Then he heard her chuckle. “Yell out as loud as you can.”

Xir’ag almost opened his eyes with surprise. What was that going to help?

“And at the same time press your hands against the ground as hard as you can and try to pull the ground up without lifting your hands. And no matter what happens, don’t stop.”

He breathed deep and then screamed out, pressing his hands tightly against the wet soil. And he kept screaming. And screaming. Until he ran out of breath and had to stop with a cough. He opened his eyes with frustration. Wino was smiling down at him.

“Good job. You’ll get there.”

“But I felt nothing.”

“I know. You don’t sense it yet. But you will, eventually, when you learn the right technique, the power will be strong enough to sense and then you only have to learn how to control it.” She laughed. “That’s going to be the hard part.”

“But what is my power? What will I be able to do?” He was curious and felt frustrated, he would have wanted to see at least something, he felt stupid and ignorant.

“You’ll see when you get it out from the ground,” the woman replied, smirking down at him. Xir’ag stood up, frowning. “But how am I supposed to practise if I don’t know what I’m supposed to do?”
For a moment the elf woman’s light green eyes flared even lighter. “Get back on your knees and practise until you get a reply from the ground. The power knows what it is, it doesn’t matter if you don’t. Just concentrate.”

Xir’ag frowned but dropped back to his knees. Pressing his hands tightly against the ground, closed his eyes and concentrated the best he could.

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He was exhausted and frustrated. He had been sitting on the ground hour after hour. The sun had gone up and started to get lower again and nothing had happened. Once he had managed to burn his palm, when in frustration he had called his old magic to the surface. His hands were so painful that it was really hard to concentrate.

But obediently he pressed his hands to the ground, stared at the mud and sighed, closing his eyes. “Concentrate,” he mumbled and then pressed.

Suddenly he felt something. A tickle in his fingertips. A strange feeling like something was crawling up his fingers. It didn’t hurt, but it didn’t feel good either. He didn’t move, only pressed his fingers tighter against the ground and then it happened. He gasped as power stronger than he had ever possessed took over his whole body, swirling up his arms, chest, face, belly, waist and below, thrumming inside him. He was breathing heavily to keep his concentration intact. It felt so good! He felt more powerful than ever, as the electric power surged into his body, tickling his skin and lifting up his hair.

He had to see this. He remembered what Wino had looked like when she was using her power, the green glow had been so strong. Maybe he was glowing too?

Slowly, still concentrating, he opened his eyes, breathing deeply, slowly and gasped. He was surrounded with red electricity. It swirled all around him, dancing in the air and sparkling, twining all around his body, caressing his skin without hurting him.

“Haha, you found it!” he heard a yell from the side and in an instant his concentration broke and the flashes crackled away. He almost fell to his side on the ground and now he did feel the pain as a faint electric shock ran trough him. He was shaking. He had no idea it was taking so much of his energy. Wino laughed as she kneeled next to him.

“You are so good that it scares me.”

Xir’ag glanced at her “But it took me hours to get even that far and I have no idea how to control it.”

She smiled and ruffled his hair “The first thing I managed to do when I was practising my powers, was to throw a dry branch on the ground. You were much cooler.”

She smirked and stood up, pulling him up from his arm, observing his hands. Xir’ag looked down and saw strange bright red veins in his fingers “What are those?”

She lifted her hand for him to see, it was still almost completely green. “It happens to us all before we learn to control the power. Don’t worry about it. Though your pretty hands will be less pretty when I’m done with you,” she smiled gently, not even trying to apologise or make things better.

Xir’ag sighed and stared at the red veins. If this was the payment for the power he would possess, it was worth it. He nodded firmly and let his hands drop to his sides. They shook a little from the exhaustion and still ached from the burns. Wino pointed at the big house and started walking towards it. ”Come on. You need to rest. And practise more. Tomorrow morning, come back here and I’ll teach you how to control your powers. And then we’ll find you that pole.”

Xir’ag was grinning from ear to ear as he stumbled back into their room with the last of his strength to wake Sajore up.
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He should have known how Sajore would react to the strange vein like patterns in his hands.

The vampire was furious at Wino for not telling that this would happen. He held Xir’ag’s hands in his own and studied the red veins with an angry scowl on his face and then was ready to burst out of the room to find Wino. Xir’ag stopped him angrily and held Sajore’s face in his hands. “Do you love me less because my hands are not as flawless as before?”

Sajore stared back and growled, his cheeks turning slightly red with anger. “Of course not!” he barked out, “But you shouldn’t suffer be-“

“It doesn’t hurt,” Xir’ag whispered back, interrupting the vampire. “My hands are fine. They just look ugly.” He stared deep into Sajore’s glowing eyes. “And I am prepared to pay this price for the magic I am gaining. Things could be a lot worse.”

This calmed Sajore down, though he grabbed Xir’ag’s hands again and studied them, then kissing his burned palms and pressed them against his face without another word.

From that moment on, every time Xir’ag came back from his training sessions, the first thing Sajore did after kissing him, was to take his hands and study how much the veins had spread. But no matter how much he disliked this, he never said anything about it to Xir’ag again. And the drow was right, this changed nothing, he still loved Xir’ag no matter what his hands looked like.

Although he hoped the veins wouldn’t spread to his whole body. That particular thing was making him more nervous than he could admit.

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Soon they went to eat, meeting Shaya, Yvain and Quentin at a long table in a magnificent dining hall and told the events of the day to them. Quentin seemed very excited about Xir’ag’s powers and soon the two wizards were switching tips and telling about their unique powers. Quentin used electricity for fighting, though he could already pull it out from the air and he told his powers were the color of gold. He promised to help Xir’ag practise.

Shaya was less enthusiastic, she had been in all day and was ready to go out to hunt. Sajore promised to join her.

Yvain had been out all day, sunbathing, and seemed to glow.

It was past midnight when Xir’ag trotted back into their room. He knelt down to the floor and continued his practises. He was determined to get the power out at least once before going to sleep. But then Sajore came back with his belly full of blood, his face messy and his grin wide. And the practise ended with a very relaxing full body massage.

Xir’ag fell asleep in the middle of everything and Sajore was ready to kill his teacher, again.

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Next morning Xir’ag was standing on the field when Wino appeared. She smiled at his enthusiasm and then told him to try to repeat yesterday’s success. Xir’ag grumbled but did as told.

After an hour of concentrating and nothing happening he stopped and stared up into the elf woman’s eyes. Wino smiled back, “Don’t worry. I didn’t think you could do it again so easily, it takes a lot of concentration and yesterday might be just because of luck.”

He frowned but before he could say anything back, she waved her hand at him. “Get up. We need to find you that pole. You’ll need it in the next practise.”

Xir’ag jumped up and together they walked towards the big castle garden. But instead of walking towards the huge trees that were lined up into a row in front of the house, she walked past them and out of the garden, then past some fields and finally to a steep rocky cliff. There were men at work, mining the rock and she walked straight to one of them.

The big bearded man swept sweat off his brow and glanced at them. Wino didn’t seem at all disturbed by the angry frown on his face, but smiled prettily up at him. “We need a chunk of rock, but it has to be solid and strong, not one of those that will break from a mere touch of a pick.

The man pointed to the side, to the tunnels that led inside the ground and then got back to work. Wino sighed and after a small moment she turned to face Xir’ag. “Go back to the field. This is going to take a while and you can’t really help here.”

“But I’m a drow. I can see perfectly in the dark,” Xir’ag objected and the woman smirked. “Your infrared won't help us at all if you cannot even sense your own magic. Go practise!”

With hurt eyes Xir’ag turned and started the long walk back to the field wondering why the woman had even asked him to go with her in the first place.

He had been practising for a few hours and had gotten no results when Wino came back with a small oblong object in her hand. It didn’t look much like a rock. It was dark red and shone strangely in the light of the sun. It was too smooth to be a rock, Xir’ag thought, until Wino sat next to him and offered him the stone.

“Don’t stare at it. Test it. Does it feel right? It took some time to melt it to look like that.”

Xir’ag’s eyes shot up, “You melted it?”

“Yes, yes. It looked too rough before and might have cracked. Now it’s perfect.”

The object reminded him of something completely else than a fighting pole and suddenly Xir’ag blushed. The pole was definitely not tall enough to fight with; it was only the length of his arm and would be just the perfect size to… use on other purposes than fighting.

The woman either didn’t notice his blushing or ignored it completely. She grabbed his hands and folded them around the end of the stone, sticking the other end to the ground. “Now, do your magic. Use this to gather the energy from the ground.”

Xir’ag looked down doubtfully.

“You know what to do. I’m sure this is not the first long and thick object you are urging to burst. I know you can do it.”

Xir’ag’s eyes snapped up and he tried to splutter up an answer as his face went bright red, but Wino only laughed.

“How is this going to help me?” Xir’ag asked with doubt, trying to act cooler than he felt and she looked irritated. “You have too many questions, brat. The stone does not help at all, but when you gather the energy through it, it stores some of it inside it and if things go well, it can even prevent those markings from forming into your hands. And then you’ll see what happens.” Now she was grinning again.

She stepped away and Xir’ag’s long practise continued. He wished there was some other way to do it. Every time he felt something in the ground, rising up along the short stone, his concentration broke because he got too excited and the feeling disappeared. He was more frustrated than ever and had to fight not to use his old magic, it would only mess things up and now he was frightened he would somehow break his new fighting stone. It looked nothing like pole and he had no idea how Wino though he could use it as one.

With a heavy sigh he pressed the red stone against the ground once again and keeping a firm hold from the other end, he grumbled, then clenched his teeth together and decided. Now I’m going to do it. What ever my magic is, I am your master. I am calling you to come to me “OBEY!” he yelled out without meaning to and with a powerful zap of electricity the stone flamed up. He could feel the energy stir and then flow through it into his hands and arms and up his body with alarming speed. It tickled and made him feel a thrill he had never felt before when using magic. This was his power, nobody else’s.

With a concentrated stare downwards he opened his eyes to see those red lightings swirling all around him again. Then suddenly he felt the stone beneath his hands shake and it let out a strange suffocated wheeze. Without a warning it suddenly shot up and Xir’ag’s hold of it loosened, causing it to fall to the ground. The lightings sparkled away. He was sure the pole had somehow shot out from the ground, but as he looked at it, it had grown taller. It was now almost the length of his leg.

He was still sitting there with wide eyes, staring at the stone when Wino walked to him. He could feel the power shivering inside the wand as he touched it carefully. She was grinning.

“Have you figured out what your element is? What is your magic?”

Xir’ag turned to face her and stood up. “I used to fight with electricity. I could shoot lighting out of my hands with magic words that were taught to me. This feels similar but still completely different. And the color… why is it red?”

“It’s your color. This magic is not from some outer source, it’s not given to you by a goddess nor taught by teachers. This is a power that has always been inside of you and now you’ve learned to draw the magic out from the surroundings with it.” She stroked the wand and it glowed red, she pulled her hand quickly away and grinned.

“For now you still need a solid object, the pole, which you can use as the catalyst to make the magic work. Fire seemed to be your element… but surprisingly it’s the ground that reacts to your call. I think you have two elements, which of course makes you only stronger.”

Xir’ag was almost grinning when she pointed a finger at him. “But that also means that you have to practise twice as hard to make it work. You still can’t control the magic worth shit. You make pretty swirls in the air but what are you going to do with that when it’s a fight against a powerful enemy?”

Xir’ag looked at his pole seriously. “I’ll practise.”

“Damn right you will,” Wino laughed back. “But-“ she continued, stepping closer to him,
“-you also need to come up with a solution to another problem. This is something very important so the faster you figure it out, the better. And with this, I cannot help you.”

Xir’ag frowned. More work? How would it be possible to do everything she asked? “What is it?” he asked, thumbing the magic pole against the ground and felt the earth shudder beneath them. He smiled lightly and she answered his smile.

“When you are fighting with this method, you have no protection against attacks when you are drawing your power and getting ready to hit. So, you need a shield. You know magic, and I know you’ve attached magic to items before, every wizard does that. Now you need to create a shield against attacks. Attach the shield into the pole or some other item so you will be safe.”

“But isn’t the magic, when I’ve learned to control my powers, going to come to me in almost an instant?” he asked with a frown.

He thought it was going to get faster, it couldn’t always take such a long time to draw the power out. Wino grinned at him from under her long hair, “It is instant when you’re fighting one or a few enemies, but to fight an entire army…” she looked at him knowingly and Xir’ag stared at her with wide eyes. “An army?” he almost laughed out of shock, “Are you telling me I’ll be able to fight against an entire army?”

Wino smiled wickedly and nodded. “With your powers, easily. But just remember that the power you shoot at someone or something is always away from you. So, you are no longer the strong fighter you used to be. When fighting this way, your physical strength will fail you easily and you will have to depend on the magic.”

“But-“ Xir’ag grumbled, leaning on the magic pole, “Can’t I have both? I’ve always been a very physical fighter, a close range fighter.”

“That’s not possible anymore,” Wino said coldly and then pointed to the pole. “Now, let’s see if you can make it grow a little more today.”

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Xir’ag woke with a yawn, crawling out from under the soft blankets, kissing the vampire next to him softly before sitting to the edge of the bed. After two weeks of heavy practise, he had a whole, long, free day ahead. Wino had to go somewhere very important though she had refused to tell Xir’ag where that was.

But Xir’ag didn’t want to waste the day. He had to practise and he had the whole day ahead. Before getting out of bed he dug out his little notebook and scribbled down a few things he had thought up during sleep. He was almost certain he could make the shield work, he just needed to test some things. But that could wait. Now, more practise. He put his notebook back to the floor next to his clothes and grabbed his pole into his hand. It was now only a bit longer than it had been when he got it. His hands were more veined, now up to his wrists. But he could draw the power out now every time he tried.

He stood up.

He walked to the middle of the room and sat on the floor on his knees, placing his palms firmly against the pole and the end of the pole against the white marble floor. The floor thrummed. Quietly he examined the room for a moment, listening for any sounds, then closed his eyes and concentrated.

He drew the energy from the floor. Rock and marble were difficult to control; they seemed completely empty of any magic before you could feel it right there, packed tightly into the heavy, hard material. His fingers slid on the pole and he let out a sigh. Come out.

The marble seemed to creak, the whole big chunk of what this particular piece of floor was made of let out a breath only Xir’ag could feel. The magic was awakening. Xir’ag felt a thrill creep up his spine and almost smiled as he felt the magic gather into his fingertips, rise slowly up his hands and arms and- “Morning”

His concentration broke and the marble was once again stone cold and lifeless. His eyes snapped open to find orange sleepy ones staring back. “Sorry, did I disturb you?” Sajore asked with a frown as he studied Xir’ag’s angry expression. Finally the drow’s face melted into a soft smile.

“It’s okay. I need to get used to things disturbing me. It’s going to happen in a battle and I need to learn to control my mind enough not to let it bother me.” He sighed, stepping up and sitting next to Sajore on the bed. The sheets felt warm after the cold marble floor.

“Besides, I had time to feel it before it was gone again.” He shifted closer to the vampire and leaned over his body. “I used to be able to control my magic perfectly and now it’s all awry and unstable. It feels great to feel it coming back, but it also feels too slow of a process.”

Sajore stroked his white hair. “You’ve already learned a lot.”

The drow nodded and smiled at him. “Yes I have, but still, I know less than I used to. I need more time and more practise.”

“But this is your free day,” Sajore pouted, sliding his hand along Xir’ag’s waist, the drow's skin was delicious cool and soft.

“And you could really do with some relaxing, I could make you unwind. It would be good, to, you know, loosen up all those tight-“ he massaged at Xir’ag’s sore loin “-muscles“ as he winked.

Xir’ag bit his lip, but couldn’t suppress a moan. “Hmm, maybe,” he whispered as a small smile rose to his lips. Sajore grinned back.

And then the vampire was on his back, Xir’ag straddling his hips and smiling drowishly down at him. “I have a special idea in mind,” he almost giggled, glancing at his backpack on the corner of the room.

Sajore followed his eyes and grinned very widely, his eyes flashing completely yellow. “Are you inviting me to play?” Armaros asked with his low, raspy voice.

Xir’ag nodded and received an enormous hug as a reward as the demon rolled them around. Then the black haired man was already jumping up and running to get the backpack. “Do you have everything with you?” he asked and Xir’ag nodded, walking behind him and folding his arms around his tall body.

“Yes. You just need to drink the potion,” he said, taking the candle wax doll from the demons hand and walked back to the bed. “Though this time, I want to see you, not another Sajore. You.” He pointed at the demon and the man actually blushed. It was such an adorable sight that Xir’ag giggled, making the demon jump on him on the bed. “Are you sure? And is Sajore going to allow that? What if he gets jealous?”

“You’re the one who shares his mind, so ask him yourself.” Xir’ag almost rolled his eyes. “And why would he be jealous, he’s been sharing me with you all this time, your appearance changes nothing.”

The vampire’s eyes turned back to orange and Sajore grinned nervously at him, “Are you sure? I’m at my full strength now, so he can go on quite a bit longer than that first time.”

Xir’ag smiled wickedly, “Wino asked me to exercise my endurance.”

They both grinned at each other and the demon lifted the potion bottle to his lips. With one small gulp it was all in. The transformation started immediately.

The vampire’s vision became hazy and then the candle wax doll on the bed started to grow and form into the shape of a man. Xir’ag stared at it with fascination. Soon he was faced with a man with short dark brown hair that shone amber in the light of the candles. His skin was tanned and his muscular body reminded him of Sajore’s, though he wasn’t quite as thin as the vampire, but not too bulky either. His yellow eyes burned as he grinned at the drow and Xir’ag couldn’t turn his eyes away. The black markings around his eyes made him look like a beast and more than ever Xir’ag was reminded that Armaros was a pure demon.

Then the man turned to look at Sajore, who was still standing next to the bed, observing his other half like a stranger. The vampire was slightly shorter than Armaros as the demon slowly got to his feet. The look on his face was slightly nervous under the scrutinizing stare of the vampire.

Finally he spread his arms and shrugged. “This is me,” he said simply, smiling at the men, who were both staring at him with awe.

Sajore was the first one to touch. He reached for the demon and touched his shoulder and the black marking there, sliding his fingers along it. He wanted to say it aloud how beautiful Armaros was, but he knew the man too well and it would only make him regret it later, compliments went to his head. Instead he stroked the black strange markings and Armaros shivered, closing his eyes. His eyelids were as black as the markings around his eyes.

Xir’ag moved closer and sat onto his knees, reaching up and touching the demons short hair on his neck and the demon shuddered with pleasure. “Mmm, that feels good,” then his eyes flashed open and he stared at Sajore. “You should try wearing your hair up on a ponytail, it makes me mad when it tickles my neck.”

“It’s my neck,” Sajore answered, almost pouting. Xir’ag giggled and both of the men turned to look at him.

And like from an agreement, they moved closer to the drow like predators. Xir’ag’s eyes widened and they could clearly sense his arousal. A small nervous smile was rising to his lips as he backed to the corner of the bed, drawing both of the men after him. He was already very hard and breathing fast, looking from one man to the other with his lips slightly parted.

None of them were touching, they were all waiting, both of the bigger men staring at Xir’ag like looking for permission from his eyes. And when Xir’ag gave it, his breath heaving loudly in the silent room, the men pushed him down and then their hands were all over his black skin.

Sajore lifted one of his scarred hands onto his lips and kissed it, the demon soon mimicking him. Xir’ag stared at them as Armaros licked his palm. Then their lips moved up along his arms and onto his chest and Xir’ag fell into a panting mush.

The drow’s eyes fluttered close as the strong hands caressed his body from everywhere. He held out his hands and with each hand, he reached for one man, first bringing Sajore down for a deep kiss and then kissing Armaros, moaning into his mouth as the demon bit his lip and lapped at the blood.
Sajore’s hand was stroking his hard cock as Armaros fondled his balls and soon circled his entrance.

The heated touches all around his body were soon overwhelming Xir’ag and he couldn’t stay quiet any longer, letting out a soft sob as the demon sunk his long fingers into him and started to finger-fuck him less than gently. Sajore knelt down and licked at his cock and Xir’ag screamed against Armaros’s lips.

Then all of a sudden both of the men froze above Xir’ag and Armaros growled angrily, turning to face Sajore and pushing his hand away from his behind. “What-are-you-doing?” he asked with a menacing voice and got a grin as a reward.

“What do you think? You can’t think that you’ll be doing all the fucking in here, can you? Virgin boy,” the vampire sniggered and Xir’ag stared at them blearily. The demons fingers inside him had stopped and he was starting to feel rather annoyed.

He got up on his elbows and cleared his throat, making both of the men look at him. He stared at Armaros and cocked his head.

“If Sajore wants to fuck you, you better let him. You’ve had him too so it’s only fair.”

Armaros snarled, his eyes glowing brightly in the darkness, “The hell-“

“-Virgin boy,” Xir’ag whispered and a stunned look rose on the demon's face.

Sajore snickered behind him. “Face it. You’re the only one here. Are you that afraid to let someone in?” Xir’ag continued, his face softening slowly into a gentle smile. “You should know that you have nothing to fear. We both love you, very much.”

He stroked the demon's facial markings. Armaros leaned against his touch but still looked very doubtful, then he frowned and finally lowered his head. Sajore was waiting patiently, locking his eyes with Xir’ag for a moment. They exchanged a smile. Then Armaros lifted his head.

“Fine.” He turned to look at Sajore with angry eyes. “But you-“ he stopped, looking embarrassed
“-I’ve never done this. Every time you switch-“ he motioned from Xir’ag to Sajore with his finger “- your roles, I go out. I’ve never been the…” his voice lowered to a whisper, “-the bitch.”

Suddenly Xir’ag realized why it was such a big deal. Armaros was a demon. Demons were much more animalistic than humans, elves or even vampires. And usually they were not capable of loving each other. Sex was not a sign of love for demons, but a show of power. The one who was more powerful was the one who subdued the other one, even when both parties enjoyed the act most of the time. Though he could imagine that some demons only searched for their own pleasure and for the one who was fucked it could be pain and nothing else.

Armaros was afraid.

Xir’ag pulled the demon closer with both hands, his nose almost touching his. He stared deep into his yellow eyes. “We are not trying to make you submit to us. We want to show you what a great pleasure it can be to have another person inside you,” he whispered, letting his hand wonder down the demon’s body until he touched the base of his cock. He stroked the erection slowly and the demon’s mouth dropped slightly open, he thrust into his hand.

Xir’ag glanced behind the tanned man at Sajore and the vampire nodded. His hand slid to the demon’s buttocks and this time the bigger man didn’t fight him as his hand slipped between the muscled globes. He flinched slightly as the vampire’s fingers pressed against his entrance, but Sajore was careful and advanced slowly. He had their lube in his hand and soon his slippery fingers were probing the demons entrance, trying to get him to relax enough to enter.

Xir’ag was still stroking his cock as Armaros finally returned to finger-fucking him slowly. The drow sank back to the sheets and lifted his buttocks up, spreading his legs and letting the demon sit between them. He felt Sajore pulling his legs more apart and grinned slightly, panting from between his lips as he met the vampire’s eyes over Armaros’s shoulder.

Then Sajore pushed his finger in and the demon whimpered. He was biting his lip, his eyes closed and his head drooping. Sajore pulled the finger out and pushed it back in. Armaros pressed against it as his body shook. “Fuck,” the demon growled. “That feels good.”

“See, wasn’t it worth it?” Xir’ag asked him and finally Armaros opened his eyes. He had a hazy expression on his face as he nodded back. Then he turned to look back at Sajore. “Fuck this. Enough preparation. I want to get to the fucking already!” he snarled, bearing his small fangs.

Sajore snorted but pulled the tall demon closer by the waist. “Fine. Get on the bed, on your back.” the vampire ordered and nodded his head to Xir’ag, who moved away. Armaros looked slightly confused. “What are you planning now?”

“You’ll see in a second. Move!” the vampire answered and Armaros growled at him. But still he flopped onto his back on the edge of the bed and spread his legs. The bed was just low enough so he could rest his feet on the floor. Sajore stood up and sat between his legs on the floor, pulling him closer so his backside was just at the edge of the bed. Armaros glared at him without saying a word.

He was obviously feeling very nervous and still so turned on that he did nothing to fight back.

Xir’ag stood up from the bed as Sajore offered him his hand. He took it and the vampire beckoned him closer, nudging his stomach with his nose and quickly licking his erection. Xir’ag buried his hands into his long black hair and moaned. Sajore kissed his stomach and let go of him.

“Wait one moment, my love,” he whispered up to the drow and then turned to Armaros as Xir’ag nodded and smiled at him. The drow licked his lips, enjoying the show in front of his eyes.

Sajore sat on his knees between the demon’s legs and then, quickly lubing his cock, he thrust in.

Armaros let out a grunt, his head rising up and then dropping back down. He lifted his hand in front of his face, but Xir’ag moved it away, kissing his lips softly. The vampire was stroking his thigh.

“Xir’ag…” Sajore whispered and Xir’ag turned.

Sajore pulled him closer and then, taking a firm hold of his hips, lifted him up. Xir’ag realized what he was planning and lifted his leg over the demon’s body to his other side. Armaros was staring at the drow’s ass that was now in front of his face and let out a low laugh, “Oh.”

Xir’ag was just about to laugh too when he was pushed down by two pairs of hands. And on top of the demon’s cock. He grabbed Sajore’s shoulders and tried to relax as the demon’s thick, long cock sunk into him inch by inch, making him gasp and writhe on top of him.

Then he was full and still the men pressed him down. He felt the demon’s balls against his own and moaned deeply, staring hazily into Sajore’s orange eyes.

He smiled a shaky smile at the vampire as Sajore kissed his forehead.

So, Sajore wanted them to be face to face. They both knew Armaros was enjoying his view plenty too, seeing Xir’ag’s ass full of his cock right in front of his face.

Then Sajore moved suddenly inside the demon and Xir’ag had to move forward. The demon growled, his whole body rising from the bed as he balanced his feet on the edge of the bed so he could move better. “Fuck!” he yelled as Sajore thrust back in.

Sajore started gently, slowly speeding up and thrusting deeper as he could see that the demon was starting to enjoy himself and moving back against him. Xir’ag moved on top of the demon, soon matching Sajore’s rhythm perfectly.

Armaros was spreading Xir’ag’s ass with his hands, staring at his cock sliding in and out of his tight ass. The demon couldn’t stop growling like a wild animal and grinning madly.

Sajore and Xir’ag were kissing each other heatedly, over and over, their hands roaming on each other’s faces, exploring the familiar features they so loved as they clung against each other for dear life. There was a smile on Sajore’s face nothing could wipe away.

Suddenly Armaros grabbed Xir’ag’s waist into his hands and started to pound into him furiously as Sajore settled his pace to his and banged into the demon with full force. Soon the bigger man under them was moaning and panting loudly, his claws burying into the soft black skin of Xir’ag’s waist.

With a sudden loud snarl that sounded more like a bear than a demon, his semen spurted into Xir’ag, his hands gripping him so hard that the drow had to stop. Armaros shook with an extremely intense orgasm as Sajore kept fucking him as hard as he could. Soon the demon slumped down to the sheets, his hands sliding down Xir’ag’s loins. The drow moved above him, rising up but the demon stopped him.

“Wait-“ he panted out and reaching up, stopped Sajore’s movement by pulling Sajore close to him with his legs and keeping him there. “What?” Sajore asked with a rather annoyed tone of voice. If the demon thought they were stopping right after he –alone- had gotten his release, he was very wrong!

But with a tired smile Armaros lifted his head to look at them both. “I want you both, inside me. Now.”

“Huh!?” they said at the same time and stared at the demon. Xir’ag moaned lightly as the demon pushed him slightly up and his cock slid out of him. His semen followed behind, flowing along Xir’ag’s thighs and dripping on the demon’s limp cock. Sajore pulled out too and let Xir’ag rise up with wobbly feet. They were both still hard and horny and glanced at each other. They had hoped they could find a quick but very pleasurable release together but- they looked back at the demon who was laying on the bed with his legs wide open, messy with his own semen.

Xir’ag grinned, caressing Sajore’s cheek quickly and turning to the demon, kneeled over him. “Okay. Move to all fours.” Armaros’s eyes flashed and without a word he rolled onto his stomach and lifted himself up on his knees and hands, facing the wall.

Xir’ag turned to Sajore, “You have to be under him, if he falls over on me, he’ll squish me, he’s bigger than either of us.”

Sajore nodded, staring at the demon. Xir’ag was right, Armaros was taller and more muscular than either of them, he hadn’t really noticed it before, but now, staring at his ass, he couldn’t deny it. He kept staring at it like hypnotized. Those markings really looked good.

Finally he woke from his little haze as he heard Xir’ag’s giggle behind him. He circled to the other side of the bed and sat close to the demon, arranging some pillows behind his back and reached for Armaros who was waiting obediently still.

“Sit on me,” he said with a grin on his face and Armaros, against his belief, crawled closer and, setting his knees on both sides of Sajore’s body, reached for the vampires cock and pushed it against his entrance, sitting down and letting Sajore press into his body.

With a shudder he sat down, breathing slowly and waiting for Xir’ag, who he knew was watching them. He glanced behind and saw the drow sitting on his knees on the edge of the bed, stroking himself. As he turned to look at Sajore, he realized the vampire’s eyes were glued on the drow too.

Xir’ag stopped masturbating, licked his fingers and moved closer to them like a lithe black panther. Sajore groaned and just to tease Armaros, moved slightly. The demon let out a throaty purr, glancing back at Xir’ag who was now caressing his butt.

Then the drow slid his finger along Sajore’s cock until he reached the stretched opening of the demon’s anus. Both of the men were panting again and Xir’ag had to grin wickedly. His finger pushed into the already stretched opening of the demon and stretched him even more, making the demon press his forehead against Sajore’s shoulder. They both groaned and Armaros moved up and slid back down.

“Will I fit?” Xir’ag asked with a hushed whisper and Sajore grinned at him, ruffling the demon’s short hair. Armaros nudged his neck and purred like a very big cat.

Then Xir’ag was already testing if he would, his cock pressing against Sajore’s, stretching the entrance into Armaros and the demon bit Sajore on the shoulder.

The vampire grabbed the demon’s cheeks into his hand and turned his face, kissing him furiously with his long fangs. Unlike with Xir’ag, he wasn’t careful now, but let the fangs scrape at the demon’s lips, until their blood mingled together and both of them licked, slurped and kissed each other furiously until Sajore spit out, “Gods you taste horrible.”

Armaros was almost able to laugh back, his lips still bloody. He was gripping Sajore’s shoulders tightly with his long claws.

Xir’ag was almost in and Armaros was feeling so full and uncomfortable that he was wondering why the hell he had wanted to do this. It was painful and unpleasant, but also turning him on more than anything ever had. The drow’s soft touches on his backside and the much stronger hands holding his thighs still made him feel very loved.

It felt good to be in the middle of these two. He was usually feeling so left out in situations like this that the pain was worth it all. The other two thought he didn’t care that he was always the one behind everyone else, always the one who neither of the other two faced. And his pride as a demon forced him to ignore the sting in his heart when they turned their backs to him. But this; this was bliss.

His hands buried into Sajore’s long hair and his back pressed tightly against the drow’s chest as he moved experimentally and whimpered. Neither of the men moved inside of him in the fear of hurting him, so soon he had to try again. And this time it was a little easier. His insides were adjusting to the invasion and his entrance had stretched enough to fit Xir’ag in.

He moved up and then very slowly down again. Both Sajore and Xir’ag groaned and Armaros panted against the vampire’s lips. He searched for Xir’ag’s hands and pulled them to his waist, then reaching for Sajore’s and entwining their finders together, pressed them on top of Xir’ag’s.

Together they moved and he tossed his head back onto Xir’ag’s shoulder, letting the drow kiss his neck. Soon Sajore reached over his shoulder to kiss Xir’ag and the drow, moving slowly up, returned the kiss. They were all so close together that Armaros couldn’t move anymore. But he didn’t have to worry, slowly the vampire was starting to thrust his hips up and Xir’ag sped up his thrusts behind him.

He squeezed their fingers and moaned loudly until he could no longer stay still.

His head tossing from side to side he almost howled as the men on both side of him neared their peak, thrusting in faster and harder and letting out low moans and loud pants. Sajore’s nails scraped at his fingers as he squeezed their hands into fists, growling and thrusting up until he suddenly froze completely, letting out a strangled whimper and came inside the demon.

Xir’ag thrust faster in the well lubricated entrance, pressing his chest tightly against the demon’s back, nudging his face against the tanned neck. And then he followed Sajore, letting out a scream and emptying himself, mixing his and Sajore’s semen together inside the demon.

The room was quiet aside from the exhausted panting of the three men as they slumped down on the bed.

Xir’ag pulled out and moved a bit back so Armaros could rise up. Though it seemed that the demon's legs were not obeying the rest of his body very well. They were shaking so hard that Sajore had to help him move away from his lap so he could pull out too. But the demon didn’t want to leave. He hugged the vampire and reached behind, pulling Xir’ag next to them, falling onto his back and drawing them both to their sides on the sheets. Then he sighed heavily, his legs still tangled with Sajore’s and his arms holding them both.
Sajore and Xir’ag glanced at each other and Xir’ag reached to kiss the vampire over Armaros’s chest, letting his hand stay there, softly scratching at the black markings on his tanned wide chest.

After kissing Sajore, Xir’ag reached for the demon and gave him a tired kiss too, licking his bruised lips softly. As he let his head drop on Armaros’s chest, the demon turned to Sajore, and smiling the vampire kissed him too, reaching for his short hair and tickling his neck.

“Thinking about cutting your hair?” Armaros asked with a small grin and Sajore chuckled, “Never!”

They fell quiet for a while, all still trying to steady their breaths and gather enough energy to talk. None of them felt like sleeping even though they were all tired.

Sajore was the first one to speak, grinning at the demon and pinching his cheek playfully. “You greedy bastard!” he chuckled and Armaros showed him his tongue. Sajore chased it into his mouth. Xir’ag giggled at them.

“Admit it, you liked it too.” Armaros winked at Sajore, licking his cheek and mussed up Xir’ag’s already messy hair. Sajore snorted, then smiled back cockily, “Of course I did, fucking a tight virgin like you!”

Armaros jumped up and flung a pillow on Sajore’s grinning face. Xir’ag fell to the bed and reached his hands to stop Armaros. Sajore started to laugh so hard he couldn’t defend himself and soon they were all rolling on the bed, laughing like madmen.

As the laughing fit passed, Armaros sat up slowly, wincing slightly. “I’m hungry.”

“I don’t think you will be able to walk after that.” Xir’ag pointed out and reached for Armaros’s backside, giving it a light slap. The demon growled at him, smiling, “It will hurt, but I don’t want to waste this chance. How often do I get this freedom to use a body of my own? I want to eat.” He wiped his messy stomach and backside on the sheets as he stood up.

“Fine. Bring me some raw meat while you’re at it,” Sajore mumbled tiredly, rolling onto his stomach and buried his face to the pillows. Xir’ag turned from one of them to the other, looking very doubtful. “Are you sure you can walk? I could go.” He stared at Armaros as the demon stretched his tall body with another wince, rubbing at his sore lower back.

“Yes, yes,” Armaros replied, turning and kneeling to kiss Xir’ag. “You two get some rest. I’ll be right back.” And then he was walking towards the door.

Xir’ag fell onto his back and rolled closer to Sajore, nuzzling his arm. The vampire reached for him and pulled his head to cuddle under his armpit.

Neither of them saw the demon walking out of the room butt naked.

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Armaros stared at the long hallway, making sure nobody was in sight and closed the door silently behind himself, starting to walk towards the kitchen.

He was smirking madly. This was the first time he was out by himself in 3000 years and it felt incredible. He hoped someone would show up so he could see the reaction his appearance caused. He lifted his arm and looked at the black markings which made his smile widen even more. He wanted to run and yell out loud, he was so happy and so damn satisfied. The only reason why he didn’t, was because his ass was so sore that he could barely walk.

But it had definitely been worth it. His smile softened slightly and he felt like he should slap himself. He was a disgrace to all demons, actually falling in love with someone and submitting to them like that. But just like Sajore had always thought, and he could know it because they shared a mind, it couldn’t be wrong when it felt so right.

He turned his face up to the far above ceiling and trotted onwards.

Soon he was at the other hallway where all the servants lived and where the big kitchen was. He was just about to step into the loud room full of clattering pans and chefs at work when he heard a whistle behind him and turned around, smiling wickedly. Well, someone had noticed him.

Who it was who whistled at him, made his face drop though. Not her!

Shaya was staring at his naked body with hungry red eyes, her gaze sliding across his well formed muscles and tanned skin, stopping for a long moment to stare at his cock. Armaros wasn’t a small man so he had no reason to cover himself. He had always felt very confident about his appearance and now a cocky grin rose to his lips. She was almost smiling too, but obviously trying to fight down the smile.

“Shouldn’t you have something on you?” she asked him, coughing slightly and trying to hide her mouth. Armaros smirked, “Are you volunteering?”

Shaya’s smile spread and she tossed his head back, laughing aloud, “Tempting, but my husband wouldn’t approve.”

Armaros snorted. That damn cocky firespirit, bah. ”Well, you don’t really interest me anyways. You have those hanging things on the front and you lack something in your pants.” His gaze followed the lines of Shaya’s tight gown corset and the girl growled angrily. “Well, isn’t just about anyone I bump into these days a flaming gay?” she mumbled and shook her head.

Armaros continued, not really listening to Shaya’s words. “And besides. My ass is still so sore from the last fuck.” Shaya’s eyes went into slits and she huffed. “Well aren’t you open…”

“I feel like it too, it’s still loose,” Armaros answered, rubbing at his naked backside.

Shaya’s eyebrow twitched and then she almost laughed, coughing at the last minute to appear none-affected. Armaros smirked. He had always liked the small vampire girl, even when she could be a pain in the ass. Though not as literally as Sajore and Xir’ag combined.

Shaya swayed her hips, shifting slightly and looked up at him confidently. She barely reached the demons chest. “Where did you come from anyways? I haven’t seen you around before. Or are you some sort of travelling prostitute?” her mouth twitched.

Armaros’s eyes lit up with irritation. “I’ve been here, you just haven’t seen me before because I’ve been spending all my time fucking with your brother and Xir’ag,” he whispered and stepped closer.

Shaya seemed seriously disturbed and stepped back. Her hands lifted to her waist as an angry expression rose to her face “I know that’s not true.” She was no longer smiling. “Those two are so tight they wouldn’t let anyone come between them.”

Armaros had to snort to that, “I beg to differ, since I just got my ass sore while being in between them, getting fucked by both.” And then the demon was grinning dreamily “… though you are right about them being tight, so deliciously tight.”

Shaya shook her head in denial. She knew Sajore and Xir’ag too well. She started to suspect this stranger was some sort of spy sent to mix their relationships. She stepped closer and lifted up her finger. “Don’t lie to me,” she growled, staring up to the demon's yellow eyes.

Right at that moment they heard loud, hurried footsteps from behind Armaros.

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After Armaros had left the room, the men had buried themselves under a blanket and cuddled, slowly touching each other and kissing softly, feeling very drowsy and satisfied. There was a small smile on Sajore’s face as he nibbled at Xir’ag’s jaw line, sliding his hands along his loins and making the drow’s muscles contract under his touch. His nails scraped the skin just slightly and made Xir’ag breath deeper.

They were both too tired and too satisfied to do more than this, but it felt very good to just be like this without fearing a sudden jump from a horny demon.

It was in moments like this when it always turned into more than a cuddle when Armaros was around, and usually, he always was.

It felt strange to be without the demon, but they were enjoying it too. Xir’ag couldn’t stop being amazed how different the two sides of Sajore were, even when they had shared a body for such a long time. This man he was with now was so gentle and caring, so careful not to hurt him and so eager for kisses and tender words, where Armaros was all about rough fucking, about feeling good and making everything furious and hard. These two combined, Xir’ag felt, was perfect, but after the long and lustful morning, this felt incredibly good.

Though he wouldn’t mind it if Armaros would have joined them too, it felt very strange and still so thrilling to have the man with them in his own body that was so different from Sajore’s. It was the first time he had seen the demon and he knew he wanted to see him a lot after this. He just hoped Sajore wouldn’t mind or become jealous, it didn’t make him love him any less.

His thoughts were interrupted as Sajore’s head shot up suddenly and the man sat up, making Xir’ag yelp as he rolled off from the vampire’s wide chest.

“What is it?” he asked with a worried voice. Sajore looked horrified. Then his orange eyes turned to the drow. “Was Armaros wearing anything when he left the room?!” he whispered it like a horrible secret.

Xir’ag’s eyes widened. “Oh crap!”

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Armaros looked amused and surprised as his two lovers suddenly stormed towards them, Sajore throwing a towel on him to hide his private parts and Xir’ag dragged Shaya a bit further away from him. The vampire girl had been fuming as they arrived but now she was staring them all one by one with shocked eyes.

“You were actually telling the truth? What the HELL is going on?” She yelled, trying to fling herself at Armaros, but Xir’ag held her back as Sajore kept a firm hold or Armaros’s shoulder and helped him to tie the towel to his waist with his other hand.

The demon seemed to be profoundly amused by all this and just grinned at them all. Then he turned slightly, grabbing Sajore’s chin into his claws and kissed him full on the lips. Sajore’s hand slipped off the towel and it dropped to the stone floor.

Soon the vampire was spluttering, trying to say something to Shaya who was almost screaming, pointing at them with his finger and glaring at Xir’ag, waiting for the drow to at least kill one of them. Xir’ag, to the surprise of the short vampire girl, burst out laughing, leaning his arm on her back. Shaya noticed that he was wearing Sajore’s leather pants. They were too big for him and almost dropped down from his slender waist.

As soon as the drow could breathe almost normally again, he grinned sheepishly and offered his hand to the demon, letting the tall man pull him closer, hiding the naked demon with himself. Incidentally he noticed that the demon was at least half a head taller than Sajore and a lot wider. It felt good to lean against him. Sajore was scooped into a tight hug too and there they huddled together, all staring at Shaya with strong emotions flashing from their faces. Armaros looked very possessive.

Finally, as neither of the other men seemed to want to start talking, Xir’ag opened his mouth, grinning nervously. “You haven’t properly been introduced yet.” He stopped, glancing back at the demon. He felt the man harden behind his back and turned to look at Sajore, his eyes widening slightly.

He didn’t have to say more as Sajore was already kneeling down to lift the towel from the floor and finally tying it around the demon’s hips with success. Armaros smiled at him and finally let go of Xir’ag as the drow stepped closer to Shaya again.

“This is Armaros,” he pointed his hand at Armaros and the demon bowed slightly. Sajore was looking nervously at Shaya, trying to see from her reaction if she knew the name.

And it was obvious right away that she did. Her eyes widened and then hardened. Her eyebrows drew together and she actually growled. “How? What are you doing out? What did you do?” she turned to look at them all accusingly. “Why does he look like that?”

Xir’ag smiled softly, “This is the way he looked when he was himself, before Sajore.”

“But how can he be… out? How?” Shaya muttered, now staring at Armaros.

Sajore took the demon’s hand into his and Armaros tugged him closer. Shaya followed these little movements, her expression turning shocked. She blinked again and again with disbelief.

“I used a spell,” Xir’ag explained shortly, walking to Armaros and touching the markings on his chest. “This body is here with magic, it’s not real.”

Shaya could see a flash of sorrow in the demon’s eyes and felt a pang of sadness inside herself. Quickly her mind worked all this out and finally came to a conclusion that if Sajore and Xir’ag were both so okay with this, then she should be too. But she was still confused. “Why is he here? Did you just want to see his real body?” she asked and got a wide grin from Armaros. “I wanted to fuck them.”

Shaya blinked. Sajore blinked. Xir’ag blushed. Then Shaya giggled hysterically and slapped Xir’ag’s arm. “You pervs! I should have known. Was it good?”

“Hell yes,” Armaros said and Sajore chuckled, nodding. Xir’ag was still blushing, but nodded too. Shaya crossed her arms on her breasts and then suddenly turned around, starting to walk away, her hips swinging. “Well, I’ll leave you to it. I know you can’t be in that body forever, so enjoy it to the fullest while you can.”

Then she turned, pointing a finger at the demon, “But don’t you dare to hurt the boys or I’ll make you suffer. You know what I mean!” she said and the demon laughed very nervously. “Yeah, yeah, I swear.”

As Shaya had finally walked away and they had gotten their food from the kitchen and were walking back into their room, Sajore asked a question that was bothering him. “Armaros. I know you can block memories away from me, but what did she mean when she said that she’ll make you suffer? You knew what she meant!”

The same nervous smile rose on Armaros’s lips as he was wearing when Shaya had said it and he hurried his steps. “Aahahaha, never mind that. Come on, I’m getting tired so we don’t have much longer. I want to go back to bed before it!”

Sajore and Xir’ag glanced at each other with raised eyebrows “To bed?” Xir’ag whispered, giggling. “No mention of butt-fucking or anything sexual? He really must be tired, we don’t have much time.”

Sajore chuckled, but still both of them hurried after the demon a little faster.

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Armaros didn’t have much time. They had just time to eat a bit and then Sajore and he both fell on the bed on their backs and the demon was back in the vampire’s body, his temporary body gone.

Xir’ag hugged the man, welcoming them both back and comforting himself.

They spent the rest of the day in bed, cuddling and telling funny stories. Sajore told a little about his history and kept groaning and giggling nervously about the memories Armaros flashed at him from their double fuck. Finally they headed for the bath house.

They now knew that nothing bad would happen there again, they had just been tested the first time they had visited the baths. The servants were still utterly embarrassed about their behaviour the first time and avoided the men as best as they could. And Sajore and Xir’ag were glad about that. They wanted to rest and just float around in the pools without any disturbances.

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The next day the training continued, harder than ever before, or so Xir’ag felt. When it became midday he was drenched in sweat and couldn’t move his shaky hand anymore. The weird vein-like patterns were now over his wrists. His magic pole was slipping away from his sweaty, tired fingers and he could bring only quick little red flashes to the surface.

But he felt the magic in himself. And that was a big change. He felt how it surged inside him and filled him with power. He could easily see why some very strong and powerful wizards had become blind with such power, but he was not going to let the power consume him, he would learn to control it.

He could see some physical changes, both in himself and his tool, the wand. His muscles had grown. He was still thin, but his arms and legs were no longer straight lines, but firm with muscles, like never before. He had always been a hard trainer, but never in his life had his training been this physical.

And his wand, to his thrill and excitement, had grown. Not much, but he could tell the difference. And it was packed with power. It was heavier than before and gave him small electric shocks when he touched it.

The first time he had used it, he had had to crouch down on the ground and hold his hands on it, but now he could stand straight and still hold the other end. He wondered how tall it could grow and when it would start being a nuisance instead of being helpful. Now that he could draw the power into himself and manage at times to release it successfully, he needed to learn how to control it!

He ground his teeth together and with a firm look to the ground, continued even when every cell in his body screamed for a break.

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And before they realized, it had been over two moon turns from the day they had arrived. They had spent almost all their free time with Shaya and Yvain, hiking around the watery country, with Quentin as their guide. Even Sajore and Yvain seemed to get along a little bit better now, though it might have been because Shaya and Xir’ag were always with them. Shaya couldn’t stop teasing Sajore about Armaros and more than once managed to lure the demon to the surface, starting a raunchy verbal fight between them that nobody, other than Xir’ag, dared to stop.

Xir’ag continued his daily practises with magic and writing little notes in his notebook. Until one day he read it all through, collected his back pack and went through all his spell items, sorting them out. He spent half a day searching for missing things from the big house with the help of Quentin. Another half of the day went into cutting, splitting, mixing, sewing and finally, when Sajore started to wake up at sunset, he had his brand new wristbands done and he was soaking them in a foul smelling potion he had made.

Sajore trotted up to watch him as he propped the thick liquid with his fighting pole, lifting the wristbands out. The leather seemed to glow softly red as he dropped them to the marble floor to dry. Sajore was looking curiously at all this until he couldn’t stay silent anymore. “What are those for?”

“You’ll see them in action tonight,” Xir’ag winked and Sajore grinned back. Soon they were heading outside.

The spell worked. When Xir’ag summoned the magic into his hands, the wristbands flared and a red glow spread onto his skin. The red flashes crackled all around him, hitting the ground with deep thrumming sounds and finally a nearby tree, cutting one of its thick branches.

The drow kept his concentration and nodded to Sajore, who started to approach him with caution. The guarding spell let him so close he was almost able to touch Xir’ag, but when his hand was only an inch away from the drow’s black skin, something seemed to screech around him and Sajore flew backwards, his hair standing up.

Xir’ag yelled with surprise and let his power slowly diminish. Sajore was getting up, rubbing at his buttocks. With excitement Xir’ag lowered his hands. The glow around him disappeared with the magic and he giggled as Sajore hurried to him and hugged him roughly.

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Soon Xir’ag had advanced so much that they were training together with Quentin almost daily. There was very little new Wino could teach Xir’ag anymore and she couldn’t help him with his personal power because hers was so different.

But Quentin was also controlling electricity, fighting with his golden lighting. He told Xir'ag of useful tricks and helped him with things that the drow had problems with.

Sajore was very happy about this newfound tutor too, because lately Xir’ag had suddenly started to release his electric powers when they were having especially heated sex. The drow couldn’t control his body and mind when things got too overwhelming and kept giving Sajore nasty electric shocks just when they were both nearing their release.

After one long training day Xir’ag finally dared to mention this embarrassing problem for Quentin and the man taught him to control this problem better, that was, after a long giggle fit. The drow learned that he had to learn to shut his magical powers at times when he didn’t want to use them, and nobody else could help him with that. But Quentin’s advice made things slightly better and slowly Xir’ag did learn to control his mind enough not to electrify Sajore every time he had an orgasm.

Their endurance training could return with its usual vigour.

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One night, after a long hard training session on the dry, brown field, Shaya approached Xir’ag as he was trotting back to the manor. The sun was just dipping behind the horizon.

The vampire girl was smiling, but somehow she looked sad and the look on her face stopped Xir’ag on his path. “What’s wrong?”

“We have to go, with Yvain,” Shaya said and her smile faltered.

Xir’ag frowned “Why now? There’s still time,” he stepped closer and fortunately Shaya ignored the fact that he was sweaty and dirty, his white hair glued to his forehead and his clothes soaked with sweat. He squeezed his wand.

“We got a word from the Underdark. There’s a war brewing in Menzoberranzan and we are needed in my house.”

Xir’ag’s eyes widened “Word? How? And a war? Where, what houses are fighting?”

Shaya grinned a little too happily and ruffled Xir’ag’s sweaty hair “Don’t you worry about that. I have a piece of a parchment that the members of my house can write onto down there and I see the writing immediately here,” she waved a brownish, old piece of rolled parchment in her hand, but never showed it to Xir’ag.

“Should we go t-“ he started, but Shaya interrupted him.

“No! You know you can’t, you have to continue until you can control your powers. And you’re so close! I’ve been watching you train.”

Xir’ag smiled, embarrassed, and nodded after a while, “Alright. Will you be okay?”

Shaya giggled, turning around and running off. “Of course! … and Xir’ag-”

“What?” the drow yelled after her, his voice echoed from the high stone ceiling.

Shaya laughed, “You smell really bad!”

Xir’ag blushed.

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Days went by too fast while waiting for the moment when Shaya and Yvain would go and then it came and went. The fire spirit was a nice man to travel with, but Shaya exhausted everyone with her endless chatter and never ending energy. Not to mention the fact that privacy was nonexistent when she was around. So, as much as they both loved her, they were also happy to see her go.

Xir’ag’s eyes were swollen when they walked back into their room after the goodbyes, but Sajore was discreet enough to say nothing about it. He only held Xir’ag tighter in his arms while they cuddled in their room, waiting for another training session to begin.

And then life was nothing but training, searching for his power, containing it, releasing it, hitting targets, getting stronger, getting yelled at and getting praised by Wino, over and over and over again. Days turned to weeks and suddenly they could both smell the fall in the air.

Sajore was starting to get restless again. He wanted to return to their little farm before the winter would come and seal them into this place. It would be impossible to cross the mountains during the winter. And with this thought in his mind, Xir’ag trained more furiously than ever in his life.

It was late at night one day when he was at the field, like always. Wino was dining under a shadow of a tree and Quentin was observing Xir’ag’s practise close by. The drow’s lips were pursed tightly together, both of his hands firmly on the wand that was now so tall it was almost over Xir’ag shoulders.

And then it happened. For the first time he could guide the red flashes to the target that was meters away from him across the field. He stared in disbelief as the red power blasted the hay target into ashes. Wino jumped up and Quentin yelled out with surprise behind him.

He let the power subdue and turned to face Quentin who was now smiling widely at him, clapping his hands together. Wino walked to him, patting him on the shoulder.

“Try that again,” she said and Xir’ag’s face dropped. Well, that was it for the good feeling. He couldn’t possible succeed twice in a row.

Wino looked angry. “Don’t think about it so much. And know you’ll succeed and you will. You already did it once.”

Xir’ag sighed deeply and lifted his hands to the wand again.

“This time, try to hit that tree,” she pointed to the other side of the field. Much further away than the hay target. Xir’ag looked at her with disbelief, but said nothing. Doubt was one thing Wino hated more than anything.

So he concentrated, the magic flaring from his wand into his hands and his body. He stared at the tree through the red flaming flashes and, biting his teeth tightly together, he guided the magic to it’s target. Simple as that. It couldn’t work.

There was a huge bang as the splinters of wood flew to the air. A big chunk of wood landed with a thump and the red power flared off with Xir’ag’s amazed yell. He turned to face Wino with his mouth open and pointed at the remains of the tree. Wino was laughing. Quentin was laughing. Xir’ag screamed and laughed and jumped up and down.

“You are ready.” Wino said, wiping at her eyes, a smile on her face. Xir’ag looked disbelievingly back until she slapped his shoulder. “Now all you need to learn is to act like a honourable wizard and not the brat that you are!”

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So, months after their arrival, it was time for them to return to their little village - to go home.

Xir’ag felt like he still had a lot to learn. He felt that he wasn’t as strong as he had been before he had lost his old magic and he knew he had a lot of weak spots. He still needed his utmost concentration when releasing his magic or it wouldn’t work. He would have to work on that, because rarely in battles you could concentrate for a long time to form your attack. Sajore was helping him with that. They had started to practise together again and sometimes even battled against Wino and Quentin.

And he still had trouble with the wand. He could store the magic into it and release it, but he still couldn’t completely control the amount of it all. Sometimes the magic flared into huge measures when he tried to make it spark just a little and when needed to release his full power, he had to draw all of it from the ground when his wand refused to let him use the power stored into it. And that was the reason the red veins in his hands were now almost up to his elbows.

The magic was not the only change that had happened in the drow. His body was now more muscular and hard. And this he hadn’t noticed it himself; but he had grown slightly. Both of the men were fed well and the every day exercises had made his body strong and athletic instead of skinny and lean. While Sajore spent his days inside, Xir’ag had gotten, or had been forced to, get used to the sunlight and it no longer hurt his eyes as badly as it did before. He looked less like a little boy and more like a young man now. And Sajore couldn’t get enough of him!

Their physical activities continued behind closed doors every night.

They had truly enjoyed their stay here, as exhausting it had been, but as Xir’ag’s teacher said, he was ready to try his new art independently. He needed it; to be independent, he knew it. Wino wouldn’t always be there.

But he was learning more every day and no longer needed a teacher to teach him new tricks. He only needed his body and mind and more time. He was determined to be as good as he had been before, if not better.

Wino had also reminded him that once he could control the power, he would no longer need the wand if he wasn’t in a huge battle.

He now carried his wand everywhere he went and as he had learned to make it grow to a size of a walking stick, it didn’t give it away immediately that he was a wizard. He liked to keep it that way, the best way to win an opponent was to surprise them.

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They left after warm goodbyes, hugging everyone and wishing them well. Both of them realized that this might be the last time they ever saw these people. Most of them were people and their lives were short. It was one of the first moments when Xir’ag realized what Sajore had gone through all his life; meeting people who he grew to care about, and then loosing them. He now knew why Sajore was always so distant and had such trouble letting any of the villagers get close to him.

Xir’ag was in tears as they embraced Quentin for the last time and left. Wino had refused to come to see them off. She hated goodbyes and had left for the day and nobody knew where she was.

Quentin gave Xir’ag one of those flowing, beautiful cloaks everyone wore at the house, though his was deep red, where everyone else’s were light brown or golden in color. Sajore received a bracelet made of demon bone. Quentin cautioned Sajore to be careful with it because it held extremely strong powers in it, which Xir’ag could clearly sense and Armaros seemed to dislike. But Sajore still accepted the gift, clasping it onto his wrist where it fitted like made for him.

Sajore was uncharacteristically quiet and serious.

But soon their mood lifted as they travelled towards north, stopping in small towns and making their way slowly through forests and over hills and around lakes. Xir’ag practised every time they stopped, daily, for hours, drawing the magic from the ground and making sure it still worked as well as it had before. It really seemed it didn’t matter where they were, the magic was everywhere for him to find.

His long training sessions made travelling slow, but they didn’t mind, there was no hurry and he trained in daylight, so they wouldn’t have been able to journey during those hours anyways.

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Then, one day, after a long nights hike, a familiar view greeted them.

Smoke from the chimneys from the small houses of their village swarmed towards the sky in the middle of the clear fall night. They glanced at each other, Xir’ag beaming with joy and Sajore grinning from ear to ear.

They were home.