Demon Love Story
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Category:
Romance › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
3,495
Reviews:
24
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Promises
Demon Love Story
Promises Broken
Ten years passed in the blink of an eye and in those tens years Christian waited for his Prince to carry him away from the world of the Pleasure Palace and into a real one. He waited and watched as his Prince became a king, won wars, put down rebellions, take his trophy wife, distance himself from the church….and watched his Prince forget about him.
At twenty-nine, Christian was still the beauty he always was, but the realization of old age and fading glory was beginning to creep into his mind. Hok ook off the velvet slippers the prince had given him so long ago and put them back in his trunk, never to be used again. For years he had reserved his after midnight hours for him, hoping a soldier or any messenger would come, but one never did.
He fluffed his now mid-back length hair and sighed. A young blond teenager sat beside him and took his hand.
“I still love you Christian.”
“I know you do Heart.”
Heart. The once shy, crying six year old was now a tall healthy sixteen year old with a cascade of golden hair down his back.
“Can we go to the market Christian?”
The man sighed. “You used to hate the market once….Let’s go.”
Heart jumped up with glee and headed into his now expanded room. Years ago, Madam had done some renovations and had added on to the top floor suites. Now, the were stairs leading down to Heart and Christian’s own private get away, complete with rugged floors, mounds of pillows and fancy wall sconces.
Christian decided against reveg veg vests and flowing pants and chose more conservative clothing. He put on a linen shirt and breeches and called for Heart to hurry. At age sixteen, the boy had developed an obsession with his hair and would spend hours, if allowed, trying to get it “just right”.
They would go to the market and forget their troubles, if only for a few hours.
When they returned home to the Pleasure Palace, Fatima, now a buxom woman of her late twenties pointed out the spectacle of Heart and Christian holding hands.
“So, you two are married now?” She snorted. “When is he going to start working Chris? He’s been here free for much too long!”
“He works for me Fatima! I pay him from my stipend. The Madam knows…”
He pulled Heart along, just as if he was a child again, and the two took the main stairs to their top floor suite. Now, instead of a free floating circular mattress, a four posted pine four posted bed dominated the main room. Gauzy fabrics and drapes hung from the walls and windows and the now had tall braziers and several wall sconces to light the room and multiple fur throws and rugs. Everything in the room was one way or another a symbol of how “skilled” Christian was at his craft. Almost everything in the room was a gift from some high paying customer for a job well done.
Heart tossed his vest away to land on the bed and disappeared into his room. Christian followed and went down the stairs that led to their private room. There were a few plants, but mainly it was a window less boudoir filled with all the things the two of them found comfort in. As well as a great deal of furs and pillows and silks and velvets.
Christian fell to the floor onto a spread of pillows and Heart followed ,resting his head on Christian’s bicep.
“Perhaps…he is merely planning when…”
“He hasn’t seen me since he became king Heart. That was when you were ten.” Christian stroked the boy’s waterfall of hair. “You’re the beauty now…ever since the sun kissed this hair of yours…”
Heart’s hair had considerably lightened over the years. It was said that more and more people were asking for Heart instead of Christian. The young boy moved his head under Christian’s chin and pressed closer, seeking comfort.
Christian continued to stroke him. “One day….my dear Heart…look at me.”
“No.” came the muffled refusal.
Christian forced him to. “One day, men will no longer ask for me. Already they ask for you. Understand? And you’ll have to –”
“NO!” the youth shouted. Heart got up. “I’ll never give my body away! Neveru sau said I’d never have to!”
Christian sat up. “Times are changing Heart! I am no longer as young as I used to be! Soon, Madam will cast me aside! You can still earn your way out of here –”
Heart’s eyes darkened. “You will never grow old by my side! You are beauty eternal and I shall make you that way! If anyone ever tries to throw you away I shall rend them limb from limb!”
Christian’s eyes widened. He hadn’t heard Heart speak in such a way since his eleventh year when he told the man he was Heart’s for all eternity.
“Heart!?”
The boy blinked. Tears began to well up in his eyes. “You’ll never be old to me! We can run away! Even will help us –”
“Get real Heart! Run where? Those times are over! The Goddess is deaf to us now and demons plague us –”
“No –”
“Yes! Listen! You are young and –”
“No!” Heart ran from the room crying. Christian threw pillows across the room in frustration. He dug his nails into the tiger throw rug and cried. He’d promised Heart he’d never let him sell his body but now…
“What do I do?!” he cried out loud.
**
A demon in man’s form paced his chambers. The time was drawing nearer now. He could no longer stand it. For years he had watched his beloved pine after a pathetic mortal king, for years he had watched him fawn over that pathetic construct, but soon enough it would be Christian moaning under him, not some random lover who could choose to pay him or not.
“Soon my love… .”
**
*Okay, two chps. In the span of my wakefulness…wow
*NO MORE CHAPTERS FOR A WHILE!
*READ DANCING FOR YOUR LOVE IN THE GUNDAMWING SECTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*pwease?
*and pwease review? It won’t take long…
Promises Broken
Ten years passed in the blink of an eye and in those tens years Christian waited for his Prince to carry him away from the world of the Pleasure Palace and into a real one. He waited and watched as his Prince became a king, won wars, put down rebellions, take his trophy wife, distance himself from the church….and watched his Prince forget about him.
At twenty-nine, Christian was still the beauty he always was, but the realization of old age and fading glory was beginning to creep into his mind. Hok ook off the velvet slippers the prince had given him so long ago and put them back in his trunk, never to be used again. For years he had reserved his after midnight hours for him, hoping a soldier or any messenger would come, but one never did.
He fluffed his now mid-back length hair and sighed. A young blond teenager sat beside him and took his hand.
“I still love you Christian.”
“I know you do Heart.”
Heart. The once shy, crying six year old was now a tall healthy sixteen year old with a cascade of golden hair down his back.
“Can we go to the market Christian?”
The man sighed. “You used to hate the market once….Let’s go.”
Heart jumped up with glee and headed into his now expanded room. Years ago, Madam had done some renovations and had added on to the top floor suites. Now, the were stairs leading down to Heart and Christian’s own private get away, complete with rugged floors, mounds of pillows and fancy wall sconces.
Christian decided against reveg veg vests and flowing pants and chose more conservative clothing. He put on a linen shirt and breeches and called for Heart to hurry. At age sixteen, the boy had developed an obsession with his hair and would spend hours, if allowed, trying to get it “just right”.
They would go to the market and forget their troubles, if only for a few hours.
When they returned home to the Pleasure Palace, Fatima, now a buxom woman of her late twenties pointed out the spectacle of Heart and Christian holding hands.
“So, you two are married now?” She snorted. “When is he going to start working Chris? He’s been here free for much too long!”
“He works for me Fatima! I pay him from my stipend. The Madam knows…”
He pulled Heart along, just as if he was a child again, and the two took the main stairs to their top floor suite. Now, instead of a free floating circular mattress, a four posted pine four posted bed dominated the main room. Gauzy fabrics and drapes hung from the walls and windows and the now had tall braziers and several wall sconces to light the room and multiple fur throws and rugs. Everything in the room was one way or another a symbol of how “skilled” Christian was at his craft. Almost everything in the room was a gift from some high paying customer for a job well done.
Heart tossed his vest away to land on the bed and disappeared into his room. Christian followed and went down the stairs that led to their private room. There were a few plants, but mainly it was a window less boudoir filled with all the things the two of them found comfort in. As well as a great deal of furs and pillows and silks and velvets.
Christian fell to the floor onto a spread of pillows and Heart followed ,resting his head on Christian’s bicep.
“Perhaps…he is merely planning when…”
“He hasn’t seen me since he became king Heart. That was when you were ten.” Christian stroked the boy’s waterfall of hair. “You’re the beauty now…ever since the sun kissed this hair of yours…”
Heart’s hair had considerably lightened over the years. It was said that more and more people were asking for Heart instead of Christian. The young boy moved his head under Christian’s chin and pressed closer, seeking comfort.
Christian continued to stroke him. “One day….my dear Heart…look at me.”
“No.” came the muffled refusal.
Christian forced him to. “One day, men will no longer ask for me. Already they ask for you. Understand? And you’ll have to –”
“NO!” the youth shouted. Heart got up. “I’ll never give my body away! Neveru sau said I’d never have to!”
Christian sat up. “Times are changing Heart! I am no longer as young as I used to be! Soon, Madam will cast me aside! You can still earn your way out of here –”
Heart’s eyes darkened. “You will never grow old by my side! You are beauty eternal and I shall make you that way! If anyone ever tries to throw you away I shall rend them limb from limb!”
Christian’s eyes widened. He hadn’t heard Heart speak in such a way since his eleventh year when he told the man he was Heart’s for all eternity.
“Heart!?”
The boy blinked. Tears began to well up in his eyes. “You’ll never be old to me! We can run away! Even will help us –”
“Get real Heart! Run where? Those times are over! The Goddess is deaf to us now and demons plague us –”
“No –”
“Yes! Listen! You are young and –”
“No!” Heart ran from the room crying. Christian threw pillows across the room in frustration. He dug his nails into the tiger throw rug and cried. He’d promised Heart he’d never let him sell his body but now…
“What do I do?!” he cried out loud.
**
A demon in man’s form paced his chambers. The time was drawing nearer now. He could no longer stand it. For years he had watched his beloved pine after a pathetic mortal king, for years he had watched him fawn over that pathetic construct, but soon enough it would be Christian moaning under him, not some random lover who could choose to pay him or not.
“Soon my love… .”
**
*Okay, two chps. In the span of my wakefulness…wow
*NO MORE CHAPTERS FOR A WHILE!
*READ DANCING FOR YOUR LOVE IN THE GUNDAMWING SECTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*pwease?
*and pwease review? It won’t take long…