Demon Love Story

Demon Love Story

Christian’s Heart

Christian stretched languidly atop his feather bed stationed in the middle of his apartments on the very top floor of Madam Kitties Pleasure Palace. At sixteen, not only was he the top draw at the high priced whore house, he had the looks and luxury to prove it. His gently sun kissed crème skin and his golden hair immediately made him one of the most desirable courtesans in Daru city, a trading hub just outside of the realms stretch of unexplored desert. He propped his head on his hand and drew a circle in the silken sheets beneath his nude Adonis form with a pedicure fingernail. He blinked once as regarded the trembling boy being presented to him by his co-worker. He gave the boy an encouraging smile and spoke to him.

“What’s the matter, Youngling?”

The boy just stared at Christian then began to cry. The sun kissed blond immediately felt his heart breaking and tossed his shoulder length hair out of his face and slid into a sitting position where he could better support himself. When the boy didn’t look as if he would stop crying, he stood, red silk sheets dropping from his body, and strode over to the boy, still quite naked, and picked him up. He rocked the boy gently then carried him over to the bed where he dried his tears with a corner of his luxurious bedclothes. He gave a boy a tender kiss on his tear stained cheek and caressed his hair softly.

“Please talk to me little one. Why are you afraid? Do I scare you?”

The boy turned a shade of red and shied away from Christian’s naked body. “No.” He said, moving away to the edge of the bed.

Christian lay out beside him, turning on his back to look the boy in the face. ‘Oh Dear heart…I won’t hurt you. You don’t have to if you don’t want to!”

The boy began to cry again and Christian rubbed his back. The boy began to speak.

“Mommy sold me to the bad men!”

Christian got up and went to his closet. He put on loose cotton pants and sat beside the child rubbing his back comfortingly. He stroked the boy’s hair and back and reassured him the best he could.

‘They’ll never hurt you again. I’ll never hurt you.”

The small child clung to Christian fiercely and began to cry even harder. The blond moved the boy onto his lap and wiped the onslaught of tears away.

“What’s your name, my golden haired beauty?”
He sniffed and looked up at Christian. “…mommy…she called me… ‘Sammy’ or…um… ‘Little brat’ or…”

Christian stopped him and hugged him close. “Well…Sammy…my name is Christian and you’re never going back downstairs. Understand?”

“Sammy” looked up at Christian and wiped his face. “The bad men said that…that I would hafta let other men…touch me.”

“Never!” He said with the fierceness of a lioness. He hugged the boy tightly then put him down on the bed. “I’ll be seeing to that right now!”

The blond got up and petted the boy’s shock of wheaten gold. “Now stay here my Lamb….and oh, Sammy? Think of a new name for yourself. You live at the Palace now.” He went over to the massive double doors that led to his chamber. “and please don’t wander…”


Christian left the room and locked the door to his rooms. He hoped the boy would be all right and listen to him about not wandering all over the place. He went down a wide flight of dramatic stairs carpeted in scarlet that led to the main lobby that in turn connected to the many floors and hallways of the palace.

The youth mad ehis way down a hall marked with light blue paint and went to a door at the very end of the hall. He pushed his way in arrogantly and shouted out a name.

“Fatima!”

On a bed in the corner of the room lay a nude platinum blond woman with hair that cascaded down her curvaceous backside. She was surrounded by a gaggle of young women who tended to her every need and desire and were currently tending her hair and nails.

“Christian.” She responded flatly. “What?”

“The boy. He’s mine. No one touches him.”

The woman rolled her eyes and laid back on a mountain of pillows. A girl began to fan her gently and the arrogant woman closed her eyes and opened her mouth for a grape. Christian sniffed, turned, and stalked out of there, head held high.


When he returned to his chambers, the small boy was playing with the beads that hung over the door to one of hi many side rooms. Christian went over and untangled the boy from the mess, picking him up to pull him away from the new found amusement.

“Let’s not do that Dear heart.” He placed the boy back on the bed and looked at him appraisingly. The little boy had wheat colored hair and soft, kittenish green eyes. His skin, while scuffed and dirt smudged in some places, was rose petal soft and rather porcelain. The boy had a slight pout which was the cutest he had ever seen and a adorable nose that was finely pointed. Christian grinned and kneeled to stroke the boy’s baby soft hair.

“How old are you?”

“I dunno…” the boy answered, shaking his head.

“What shall I call you then, hm?” For some reason, Christian could not stop stroking the boy’s hair. “You’re such a pretty child…tell me, what will I call you?”

Christian kissed the boy’s cheeks and hands. “Oh…you’re like a dream…so soft…how about Heart?”

The boy just yawned and Christian kissed his cheeks again. “I’m sleepy.”

“Oh no, you need a bath Baby.”

Christian lifted the boy and took him into his bathing room where he scrubbed the boy till he turned a bit red then dried him in a fluffy towel. He rubbed him down with sweet smelling oils and crushed herbs and took him back to the main chamber where he led him to a small bed in a side chamber.

“Go on, go to bed. I still have much to do…”

The boy pulled the sheets around him and the blond laughed. “You’ll get used to it soon enough…” He kissed the boy’s cheeks and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips. “Sleep well, my Heart.”

Christian let down a dividing curtain and walked back to him main chambers. When he arrived, a man awaited him there, undressing calmly.

“Where were you?”

Christian sauntered over and helped the young man out of his shirt. “I was busy…”

The man kissed Christian greedily, mouthing his neck and groping his body. He whispered huskily into Christian’s ear.
“I’ve been away, have you missed me?”

“The blond stepped back and out of his loose pants, allowing them to pool at his feet. He lowered himself onto the bed in a cat-like fashion and ran a hand down his body.

“Have you missed me? My Darling Prince?”

The young man removed the rest of his clothing and answered with a volley of feverish kisses. The boy laughed and ran his hands down the prince’s back.

“Treasure?” he purred, allowing his neck to be licked.

“None…it was diplomatic…”

He and the prince talked for sometime, loving each other at leisure through the night.


As dawn peeked through he curtains, the prince looked at Christian sprawled beneath him, his golden hair fanning around him.

“You have a spell on me?”

The courtesan shook his head sleepily. “No…”

“…then it is true? You are a demon?”

“To some…” He cupped the prince’s face. “It is not yet full daylight…again.”

“No…” He kissed Christian and pulled away. “I must go.”

Christian watched the prince dress and sat up. “Evan…”

The Prince turned, furious. “Never use that name! Never when we are together!”

“Don’t ever yell at me! –”

The Prince threw a heavy coin purse his way. “Silence whore! I am a Prince and you will have respect!”

Christian gave a sneer. “Oh really? If you were so ‘respectable’ you wouldn’t be here would you –”

The Prince grabbed Christian by the hair and the boy cried out in alarm. “You are a whore! A common, filthy, money snatching whore!” He then forced his mouth onto Christian’s then pushed him roughly to the floor. “You creatures don’t deserve the tolerance I give you!”

The Prince walked out angrily and like magic Fatima appeared in the doorway.

“If you keep agitating him he may bring the church against us. He can do that, remember?”

“I know…” he picked up the money purse. “At least I was paid.”

They both laughed and Fatima sat on the bed, motioning to the curtained entry on the western side of the room.

“Keeping him?”

“You have plenty of girls. Besides, he’s young –”

“You came here when you were six –”

“I was sold here Fatima. As were you.” Christian had long ago gotten off the floor and was now opening the curtains to let the day light in. “We’ve been here so long and Madam Kitty takes just enough to keep us enslaved.”

“Don’t let her hear you say that.”

He stretched and came back to lay down on the bed. “We’re her favorites Fatima. We’ve both done terrible things and she keeps us still.” He looked at her. “How much did you make?”

“Two hundred golds, a bag of silvers…my girls got three coppers each…” She stood. “I am going to bed.”

Christian was already under the sheets. “That’s a good idea…”

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*this is sort of an intro chapter to a binder thick story. Believe me when I say the rating will go up with time. In fact it will get steamy pretty fast.
*please don’t read and then review. That’s really a shitty thing to do. C’mon. it only takes a few seconds.