The Mage The Stone and The Demon (Tentative Title)

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Shimmer-light - sorry to say but I've never really being good at putting things off, though I hope it doesn't dampen the story any!

Katniss Everdeen - I'm glad that you like Rowan and Gaap, I'm finding myself addicted to them too! I cannot seem to stop writing this story :D 

This chapter's warnings are that it's short, the shortest so far (because I felt it right to stop where I did), attempted rape, more violence and sexy sex, not all at once though! If I missed anything just let me know, Enjoy!

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Rowan had found the only place in the city he could afford; it was a grubby little hostel on the outskirts. His bed was hard and flea-infested, everything on it was threadbare; it was a miracle it was all still in one piece. He sat on it and sighed, someday he’d remember to save some money for times like this. The room was cold, the single paned windows rattled with the smallest motion of wind or the clatter of hooves of the horses on the cobbled roads outside. Gaap had still not caught up to him; he wondered why he even cared. His stomach growled and he remembered, the demon had its uses at least.

He passed the time looking through his books and grimoires; he was always told by the elders that one should study when he could. He huffed out a breath and read the books from the beginning; he learned much but found it all worthless. What information could help him now that these books would contain?

It was then he came upon a part about teleporting demons, and who would have guessed it, Gaap was on the list. Not much other information on the demon was written other than his name and what rank of demon he was in Hell; he was an ‘R’ whatever that meant. He was so enthralled in reading he didn’t notice the incoming demonic auras which were making their way through the city and heading straight for him.

It took the glass of the windows shattering to alert Rowan of danger, but he was too late, the demons were on him in moments. He grabbed his staff and whacked them out of his way. Close-combat fights were far from his strong suit, he attempted to cast a freeze spell but he was too slow. There were three demons coming at him, his back against the wall and his staff had been wrenched from his grasp.

Of the three demons there were two identical demons, shorter than Rowan but wider, and the one that remained was a giant of a demon covered with some sort of slime that reeked. Rowan was trapped, his heart hammering in his chest. He felt in his pocket, the smooth coldness of a stone rubbed against his fingers. He pulled it out and shouted, the demons stepped back and braced, but nothing happened. Rowan looked at the stone; he had said the wrong word but quickly corrected himself. A gust of wind flowed through the room and pushed at the demons, though only the two smaller ones fell. The giant stepped forward slowly, an arm out in front of him altering the winds direction.

Rowan was caught by one slimy hand before he could say another word. He tried to breath but the pungent smell of the slime demon caused him to gag.

“You call to us, human” the slime demon boomed, “Call for our power”

“We like what we see, human” short demon one said

“We like what we feel, human” said short demon two

Rowan struggled but he was caught in the slime demons vice like grip, “What are you talking about?” Rowan shouted

The slime demon rearranged his hold on the mage, ripping his shirt from his body and revealing the markings that now resided there,

“This called to us” The slime demon answered, trailing one oily finger along the markings on his chest.

Rowan could feel the marking now, just like that hum in the back of his mind but stronger. He could feel it move to meet the demons touches, helping it get what it wanted. It caressed him where the demon did not touch, finding sensitive spots he did not know existed, and he fought against it as he felt the smaller demons joining their giant companion in fondling his body.

The mark grew stronger still, causing his body to grow hot with the aphrodisiac that it was spreading through his body. Gaap was right, there was no way he could ignore than burning hot desire that wrenched through his body leaving him mindless. He didn’t even notice when the demons surrounding him had torn his remaining clothes from his body, barely flinched when one slimy finger began to probe his virgin anus.

What he did notice was when the probing and fondling hands were ripped from his body. He slammed on the floor and whimpered from the sudden lack of contact.

Gaap had finally calmed himself down enough that he was sure he wouldn’t jump on Rowan when he saw him. He sensed the mage and walked idly toward him, where was the hurry? It’s not like the mage could get in that much trouble.

He was wrong.

He felt the spike in the marks power as it began to warp Rowans mind and heat his desires, he teleported to the scene to find not one or two but three demons fondling his mage. He tore them off him and taught them what happened when lesser demons tried to take what he’d already taken the only way he knew they’d learn, with one sharp prod through the stomach and their bodies thrown out of the window.

He turned back to Rowan and watched as he writhed on the floor, trying and failing to get the friction he desired on his skin. The mage caught sight of him through his heated gaze, the mark growing ever stronger as his body burned with unspent desire. Rowan moved kneeling on the floor with his knees spread flaunting his hardened penis.

“What is it you want, mage?” Gaap teased, knowing he could not control himself any longer.

The mark still whispered caresses over Rowan’s heated skin, arousing him, intoxicating him further beyond the edge of reason. He pulls himself up, his movements sluggish and wobbly. He stumbles to Gaap and grips the demons shoulders, placing his lips close Gaap’s ear he whispers,

“Fuck me”

He pushes his body against him, lips locating the demons and crushing them with the heat of his unbridled desires. Gaap wasted no time in ripping his own clothes off, his lips crushing the mages as he gripped his body closer. Their groins brushed, causing both men to moan into their kiss. Gaap let his hands trail over the mage’s body, expertly tweaking his darkened nipples to sensitive nubs. He broke their battle of lips only to suck on the mages neck, nipping the sensitive skin between his teeth.

Rowan’s hands were wandering over the demon’s flesh, barely touching him and still leaving their trails ignited. He copied the demons touches on his own body, testing his caresses gingerly yet with a sense of desperation so intense it left him trembling and panting. With his mouth free his moans of passion were able to escape his kiss-swelled lips. He felt the demons fingers brush past his puckered entrance, the same entrance the slime demon had prepared earlier. Gaap’s finger’s slid in with ease, scissoring the mage until his moans escalated into pants and mewls of intense pleasure. The demon’s fingers brushed passed that sweet ball of nerves and Rowan arched back screaming. He was almost at that golden edge. He bucked his hips and whined as Gaap’s fingers slid out, he was picked up and those fingers were replaced by something thicker.

Gaap thrust his penis in inch by glorious inch until the mage had him to the hilt. Their pace quickened, the sound of flesh slapping flesh barely audible over Rowan and Gaap’s ecstatic moans of pleasure. Their lips met again, Gaap’s tongue venturing into the hot cavern of Rowan’s mouth, lapping at the mage’s tongue. Gaap hit that spot once again and sent Rowan over the edge and into ecstasy, white hot cum shot over their stomach as Gaap felt the tight muscles of Rowan’s ass grip him tighter, the demon came hot and fast inside that quivering grip.

They collapsed on the bed a panting tangle of bodies. The bed groaned beneath their joined weight and Gaap was sure it would have broken if it were any older. The demon laughed, it all seemed so surreal. He’d lasted only one round with a mage, a mortal man, and that mortal man had survived unlike all those demons that had tried to use Gaap’s powers before him.

The willing taking of his body meant that he had sealed his fate; he would share in Gaap’s power, and he would be connected to him for as long as he lived.