Prelude to Night

There was a sense of unease about him as Daralis moved slowly through the wide tunnel. Distantly, he could hear the storm raging outside, thunder booming off the walls. He heard the shift of rocks up ahead and froze, his ears straining to pick up the sound. Another shift echoed and Daralis bit his tongue to refrain from cursing at his misfortune. It seems that Fyren had found his hiding place. Daralis clutched the amulet in his hand tighter as the sound came again, much closer this time. The merchant had claimed that the amulet made the owner nearly invisible to even a Daemon’s heightened senses. Daralis silently prayed that the merchant was right, then added another prayer to the Goddess. He was going to need all the protection he could get. He felt his heart skip a beat when he heard a shuffle to the left of where he was standing.

“I know you’re there.” Daralis couldn’t help but jump, startled by the sound of Fyren’s voice. Fortunately, he hadn’t made a sound. “I can almost hear the sound of the sweet blood rushing in your veins, can almost taste your fear. Tell me, is your heart racing?” Daralis slowly released the breath he’d been holding and thanked the merchant silently. The Daemon had no idea where he was, as always. No matter how many times the amulet worked, Daralis constantly feared the day when it wouldn’t. Fyren chuckled as he continued to pace around the tunnel. “Don’t worry, I’m a patient being. Tell me, Half-breed, are you able to fight off slumber like I?” Daralis smiled grimly. He could if it meant staying alive. Daralis did not want a repeat of his first encounter with the Daemon.

It had been a night similar to this one, he silently mused. The young half-Fay had been traveling towards the city of Laminui to meet up with Faustivult, a childhood friend of his. While they corresponded frequently through letters, they had not seen each other in three years. Faustivult had recently sent him a letter asking to see him, claiming it to be an urgent matter…

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Daralis grimaced as the rain continued pouring down over his head, taking him out of his reverie. He needed to find shelter soon or he would be risking serious illness. Making his way through the wood, he noticed a huddled form under a nearby tree. The figure wore black robes and his dark hair was just long enough to hide his face due to the rain. Daralis approached and called out to the prone figure, “Are you injured, sir?”

The figure’s head snapped up quickly and Daralis was able to see a flash of the Daemon’s red eyes before he found his body pinned to a nearby tree. The Daemon brought his face close to Daralis’s neck and inhaled deeply before whispering huskily into his ear, “If you hadn’t said anything, I would never have sensed you. How foolish of you. Of course, that’s to be expected from a worthless Fay like yourself.” Daralis growled at the reference to his heritage but remained still.

Ever since the Great Purge the relationship between their two races had been strained. They had spent most of the last three centuries at war. It had only been twenty years ago that they had come to a tentative peace agreement. The Daemon continued to smell him, visibly enjoying the scent of his pray’s warm blood. He suddenly froze and then gave out a quiet chuckle. “You’re not a full Fay. I smell Human blood in you as well. A Half-breed,” He spat the last word out before lowering his head the rest of the way and began licking a line from Daralis’s collarbone to the top of his neck. Daralis shivered at the feeling and the Daemon’s eyes darkened at the sight. He drew back slightly while keeping the Fay pinned and began taking in his pray’s form.

He was slight, but not unhealthy and Fyren could feel the splay of muscles underneath his hands. Peeking through his long, dark hair were his pointed Fay ears. The rest of his features were also typically Fay, from the pointed chin, to the rounded cheeks, to his nearly-white pale skin. But his eyes, the Daemon thought, were a dead giveaway to his Human nature. They were a deep brown that matched his dark, silken hair and were so unlike the bright, almost glowing eyes that the Fay normally possessed. The Daemon smirked as he realized that his pray was very attractive indeed. He lowered his head again and began suckling the base of the Fay’s neck, tasting the mixture of rain and sweat as his arm began to trail it way under the other man‘s shirt. He felt the body beneath him stiffen as he continued his ministrations.

“What…are you doing?” Daralis gritted out and gasped as he felt a claw scrape across his left nipple lightly. The Daemon nipped the spot on his neck lightly and replied, “Would you rather I just kill you slowly and eat your remains? Relax, you might actually enjoy this.” His hand had moved to the other nipple and he began focusing his attentions on that while he used the other hand to divest the befuddled Fay of his robe, making sure to use his body weight to keep his pray pinned. Daralis snarled and began bucking violently, trying to throw off the body on top of his. Immediately, Daralis felt a searing pain in his shoulder as the Daemon bit him, tearing easily through the skin. Daralis stilled and the Daemon let go, lapping at the wound like a cat lapping up milk.

“I told you, relax. I can either make the experience painful-” at this the Daemon took two of his fingers and forcefully pushed his claws into the wound, causing Daralis to cry out. The Daemon removed his fingers and trailed them down the Fay’s body before caressing the bulge in the front. Through the haze of pain, the befuddled Fay felt pleasure suddenly shoot through his entire system and moaned, lifting his hips in an attempt to get closer. The Daemon took his hand away and chuckled, “Or I could make the experience pleasurable. The choice is yours.” He leaned down once more and let his lips graze the Fay’s ear as he whispered seductively, “Just submit.”

Daralis felt the beginnings of arousal start to overcome his body, his cock twitching and slowly coming to life. What is this, the bewildered Fay thought as the burn in his blood started to overcome him. Trying to counteract it, Daralis thought back to the searing pain he’d felt when the Daemon had dug his claws through Daralis’s shoulder wound and realized that the Daemon must have effected his body somehow-A groan passed his lips as the Daemon’s nearness started to affect him in his heightened state.

Fyren’s efforts were rewarded as he felt the body beneath his shiver and he smirked as the Fay thrust his hips towards his own in an attempt to relieve the tension between his legs. However, he was caught off guard and suddenly gasped as their clothed erections met. He had spent several hours sitting in the rain, having been overcome by the Thirst. He had assumed the Thirst was one for blood and had killed all of the animals he had come into contact with that night in an attempt to quench it. When he realized his Thirst was of a different kind, he had resigned himself to sitting under the nearby tree. He was miles away from the nearest village and even if he could make it there he would risk having to fight the whole village. When Fyren had first heard the voice calling out to him, he had been sure it was a frustration-induced hallucination. After-all, he hadn’t smelt any creature approaching. When he had realized that he wasn’t dreaming, the Thirst took over and his only thought had been to take the Fay currently writhing beneath him.

Lightning flashed and the Daemon growled as the Fay’s hips met his once more. While this was enjoyable, it was far from the experience he had wanted from the Fay. He violently grabbed the gyrating hips and the thunder drowned out the Fay’s resounding cry of disappointment. As Fyren tore at the pants now hanging loosely off the Fay’s hips, he noted that the aphrodisiac he had secreted into the Fay’s bloodstream was working quite well. The Fay was panting now, chest rising and falling heavily, a dark blush covering his face as his long hair began to stick to the sweat found there. His eyes were half-lidded and almost completely black with desire, head tilted back to the point where he need the tree’s support, and both arms still being held above his head by the Daemon’s left hand while his right finally managed to get the pants off and down around their feet.

Daralis whined as the Daemon lifted him further up the tree, forcing him to wrap his legs around the Daemon. The rain pouring down on top of them was freezing to his heated skin, causing him to shiver. At the same time, Daralis became aware of a finger circling his entrance and moaned, letting his head fall back against the tree. He briefly wondered once more about why he was enjoying this so much but soon forgot about it as he felt the finger slip inside him. He winced and tried to use his legs to push himself off the finger, the uncomfortable pain being too much for even his lust-hazy mind. The Daemon growled, annoyed by the action, and shoved his finger in further. Just before Daralis had grown accustomed to the feeling, the Daemon added another finger. This time he had to bite back a pained groan, the feeling of the second finger being much worse then the first. Then the Daemon began scissoring them and the half-Fay couldn’t prevent the near scream that tore from his throat. He felt the Daemons claws tearing his inner walls and the warmth of his blood as it began trickling down his thighs. Just before the Daemon removed his fingers, he angled them and gave a thrust, hitting a spot within Daralis that made his blood run hot, his now half-erect cock hardening once more.

Smirking, the Daemon brought his fingers up to his mouth and gave them a lick before returning his hand to the Fay’s neglected cock. As he stroked the hardening shaft back to life, Fyren frowned as he noticed that the rain had stopped and the sky was beginning to brighten. Damn, I’m going to have to finish this quickly, he thought and began positioning himself before slowly entering the bloody entrance, his hand still sliding over the Fay’s cock to distract him.

Daralis felt the large, blunt object enter him and groaned at the feeling of being stretched even further. The Daemon paused after fully sheathing himself, giving the both of them time to get used to the feeling. Daralis looked into the Daemon’s face and was surprised to see the Daemon staring intently back at him, searching.

“Your name.”

Daralis blinked and managed to find his voice long enough to respond. “What?”

“Your name. I’d…like to know the name of the creature I’m currently bedding.”

Daralis pondered on this. Daemons weren’t known for being very sentimental. But they aren’t known for raping their enemies either, let alone a male enemy, he chastised. Still puzzling over the implications of giving his name, Daralis gave a small yelp as the Daemon thrusted once into his body.

“Fyren.”

“Wh-what?” Daralis moaned as the Daemon thrusted once more. Now that his body had grown accustomed to the feeling of the Daemon inside him, the burn that had quieted in his veins was back and was starting to drown out the ache he had felt from being so unfamiliarly stretched.

Fyren smirked and brought his hand from the Fay’s cock to grab his chin, tilting it so that the Fay had no choice but to look into his eyes.

“It’s the name you’re going to be screaming when I’m done with you.”

Daralis’s breath became shallower as the Daemon’s-Fyren’s-pace started to pick up, his hand returning to it‘s original task, languidly stroking up and down Daralis‘s length.

“Dara-oh!” The Daemon had hit the spot from earlier and Daralis’s grip on Fyren’s waist tightened in ecstasy as the pleasure shot through him and ended in his groan, his fully-erect cock now starting to leak pre-cum. Unfortunately, Fyren had heard his cut off mumbling from before and stopped, still fully sheathed in the tight warmth. His own cock twitched in response to the sounds of elation and the following sound of disappointment but he was determined. “What was that?”

Daralis swallowed as he tried to catch his breath and breathed out, “My name…Daralis…”

Fyren’s eyes widened as he stared at Daralis, disbelief etched throughout his features. Daralis frowned, his body was thrumming and screaming for release, yet the Daemon hadn’t continued his ministrations in his shock. Trying to spur the Daemon on, Daralis squeezed his inner muscles. The sensation tore Fyren from his reverie and the Daemon growled possessively in response, his claws tightening on the Fay’s wrists as he continued to slam into Daralis, angling so that he’d hit the pleasure spot from before.

Daralis’s back arched off the tree, trying hopelessly to buck in time with the thrusts as the Daemon continued to pound mercilessly into him. Daralis’s moans resounded through his head, sounding needy and wanton even to himself, coupled with the occasionally groan from Fyren. The next few minutes felt like hours as they continued, their mouths occasionally joining in a messy coupling of teeth and tongue. Daralis tensed as he felt the pleasure begin to pool in his stomach, his breath coming in short, quick bursts. Daralis’s cum covered both of their stomachs as he screamed, Fyren’s name tearing from his lips as his body trembled from exhilaration, pleasure drowning all thought. As the Fay’s body tightened around him, Fyren gave a few more thrusts before he, too, was swept up in his own orgasm, his fluid mixing with the Fay’s blood.

Daralis let himself rest between Fyren and the tree in post-coital bliss, the tension completely gone from his limbs. After a few moments, Fyren picked up the smaller Fay and laid him on their previously discarded robes. Settling down next to him, the Daemon’s eyes were soft as he stroked his clean hand through Daralis’s wet hair.

Fyren glanced up at the sky and tensed as the clouds began departing, the sun slowly rising on the horizon. Noticing the Daemon’s panic, Daralis sat up slowly and winced at the pain in his rear before looking towards the sun. Sensing nothing of concern, Daralis looked back over at the now upright Fyren, the Daemon’s face etched with concern and, as he glanced over at Daralis, a flicker of fear before he hastily began reaching for his robe.

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“I loved the way I felt within you. So tight, so warm, so…submissive.”

As the night faded and approached dawn, Daralis was able to see Fyren pacing through the cave, his eyes constantly wandering, seeking the Fay out. As Fyren had paced, he had reminisced aloud about their first meeting. He told Daralis, as he did every time they played this game, how beautiful he had thought the Half-breed to be, how every time he was out in the rain he would think back to that wonderful night, how the flesh of others couldn’t slake his Thirst like Daralis’s could. At one point Daralis had heard the Daemon try to touch himself, calling out to Daralis in desperation before finally giving up on trying to bring himself to release and resumed searching the cave. Now that the dawn was approaching, Fyren was becoming antsy, as he always did in the presence of the sun. His pacing was becoming more frantic, determined to find Daralis before morning.

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“What is it?”

“I-,” Fyren looked back between the approaching sun and Daralis. His expression had changed from concern to pain and Fyren keened before dropping to his knees in front of Daralis, his hastily put-on robe opening slightly to reveal a bit of the Daemon’s stomach, still covered in Daralis’s dry cum. Daralis, still hazy from the lingering effects of the aphrodisiac and the relaxing effects of the orgasm, looked at Fyren with a befuddled, deer-like expression. Fyren glanced once more at the sun before bringing his hands to the Daralis’s shoulders and pulling him in close. Just before their lips met, Fyren snarled and declared possessively, “Mine!”

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“I know you enjoyed it, Daralis.”

Daralis winced. He hated the way the Daemon pronounced his name, an almost reverent sing-song quality to it. Afraid of taking his eyes of off Fyren, Daralis had to content himself with judging the raise of the sun from the way the shadows moved through the cave. It wouldn’t be long now.

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The sun now out of the horizon, it shone brightly upon the two as their mouths collided. Before Daralis’s eyes, the Daemon’s skin began to take on a light tan, his black hair lightening to blonde, his strong features softening to a Human’s features. Daralis broke the kiss as the red, blazing eyes he had first noticed when he’d met the Daemon became a bright green.

“By the Goddess…”

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Fyren sat on the floor, his body posture screaming resignation. As his skin began to tan, Daralis decided that it was safe to reveal himself. Taking the amulet off, red eyes snapped up and met his, the familiar expression of anguish taking over Fyren’s features before he closed his eyes, awaiting the end of the transformation. When next they opened, it was the bright green of his childhood friend.

“Welcome back, Faustivult.”