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Tender Master
by
Yamila Abraham
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Caleb dislodged himself from under
the sleeping god Fizu. His bare feet
touched the cold stone tile beside the bed.
He stood and donned his underpants as
quietly as he could. The rest of his clothes
he gathered in his arms to put on in the
hallway.
Caleb leaned against the wall and sighed. He
couldn’t complain of any injuries (all
asacrats
could
handle rough sex) but his muscles ached. Fizu ordered
him to ride him with furious gusto all night long. The
insatiable god hardly rested between his numerous
orgasms. Caleb, however, still felt tension in his groin. He
considered going to his quarters to masturbate. Before
he’d finished dressing the desire faded. He went to the
prayer shrine instead.
Caleb filled a crystal bowl with
water and laid some tapestries over the
floor. He already felt some peace. The
asacrat looked up at a mural above him.
The Crystalline gods poured out light into
the universe while the demons of
Darkhelm cowered below their feet. Fizu
looked noble in the painting. He wished
the selfish lascivious god he’d just
slipped away from was more like his
illustration.
Caleb knelt and prayed.
“When I was a child growing up in the asacrat
nursery I knew of you all only through the divine legends I
was taught. My love for you was so powerful—I wept when
I prayed. You were perfect to me.
“Now I’ve come to know all of you—but only as…a
creature to warm your beds. Tears still come when I pray
to you. They are no longer the tears of adoration.
“Why can’t I see you as the glorious beings I
imagined in my youth? Without my faith to anchor me I’m
drifting away from you.”
Caleb covered his face with his
hands. Tears wet his cheeks. “Please
bring me back.”
“What you need is to get away.”
Caleb looked behind him. His sister
April stood in the doorway of the shrine.
She was dressed in a revealing glittery
costume that had to be for the pleasure of
one of the gods.
“I’ve been here a lot longer than you, Caleb.
Things aren’t going to get any better. I wish I could run
away for good, but I always get sick.”
Caleb swallowed. “I don’t want to
run away. I want to serve them, April. Just
—just not like this. They’re like swine in
bed—so uncaring and disgusting.”
She shook her head and walked to
him. “Sex is all they want from us. It’s a
horrible joke—to be raised as chaste
priests and priestesses, and then to have
your innocence torn away the first night
you meet your idols. The goddess mother
said I should be grateful to be a sex slave.
Asacrats were created to satisfy their lust.
If not for that we wouldn’t exist.”
“But they’re the light of the universe, April. You
can’t think everything we’ve learned is a lie.”
“I stopped being in awe of them a long time ago.”
She took his hand. “I don’t want you to get like me, Caleb.
Don’t lose hope. There’s nothing worse than feeling empty
inside. Life stops having meaning. You’re just filling time.”
April led him to a domed alcove in
the castle. She brought him to a sleek
computer console.
“The gods tell everyone outside this planet that
we’re their priests and missionaries.”
“They do?” Caleb said.
“Yes. So go on a mission.” She brought up a
message. “Look, here’s a request from the leader of the
settlement on planet Risden. He’s asking for a priest to
come and set up a church to the Crystalline gods.”
Caleb read the email over her
shoulder. “Risden is in Darkhelm’s solar
system. I had no idea anyone settled there.
The whole area must be demonic.”
April met his eyes. “Sounds like an
emergency, Caleb.”
His heart started to race. The gods
and goddesses of the complex would be
asleep for several hours. Surely none of
them could object to him running off to
deal with an emergency.
He decided not to ask.
When Caleb’s ship dropped out of
hyperspace he felt the oppressive demonic
aura clouding the sector. He became
nauseous, and then had tightness in his
throat. Caleb uttered a fast prayer. He
finally was able to steer the ship down
toward the landing coordinates.
Once
the
ship
cleared
the
atmosphere Caleb realized the world was
a bleak tundra. In his haste he hadn’t
packed the appropriate clothes. Caleb
hoped his contact would detect his ship
and meet him.
A man appeared in the snow buried
in a thick coat. He got Caleb to land the
small craft beside the largest building in
the sparse settlement. When the hatch
opened the man rushed Caleb inside.
Virulent icy winds drowned out his
words. The severe cold made it painful
just to draw in a breath.
The man closed the door and the
howling wind ceased. Caleb hunched over
with his arms wrapped around himself.
His greeter took off his coat. He was a
large man with an overgrown black beard
and shaggy black hair. His massive gut
was barely contained by a button-down
shirt.
“You must be the asacrat.”
Caleb righted himself. “And you are
Julian?”
“I never expected them to send someone so fast.
A real asacrat! And just as beautiful as I heard. Our luck’s
finally turning around.” Julian said most of this to himself.
He met Caleb’s eyes. “What should I call you then? Is it
priest?”
“Just Caleb will do.”
Evening came at an arbitrary hour
since the planet never saw daylight. By
then Caleb had retrieved his belongings
from his craft and appropriated still more
from Julian. He dared not venture out of
the building. Julian explained it was the
meeting house and a refectory. Caleb was
assigned a tiny room behind the kitchen.
He couldn’t comprehend the joy
unpacking gave him. The air still had an
oppressive aura. It didn’t affect the hope
burgeoning within him. He prayed that he
could do the settlement some good.
Julian sat with him in an area of
couches beside the dining hall. He gave
Caleb a hot brown drink that was so
delicious he felt like celebrating.
The books of Exinious caught his
eye on the small shelf beside them.
“Why do you have these demonic texts?”
“Huh?” Julian didn’t look at them. He scratched
at his beard. “I don’t know. Never mind.”
“Well, um, I want to tour the settlement, but I just
can’t bear the cold.”
“It’s late. I’ll take you around tomorrow in a car.”
“What’s the history here? I never knew there was
a settlement in Darkhelm space. According to my religion
you’ve moved into Hell.”
Julian grew flustered. “Ah, alright, I’ll tell you it all.
This is as much a mining colony as a settlement. All the
Darkhelm worlds are loaded with sulphite. We figured we
could set up a little operation right on the edge of
his
space. We’d mine a chunk out of this iceberg and be gone
before he knew it.”
Caleb almost spit up his brown
drink. “You thought you could go behind
Lord Exinious’ back?”
Julian chewed his bottom lip.
“So what happened?”
“What happened? Who said anything happened?
We’re here mining just like I said. ‘Bout 160 of us.”
“If nothing happened why did you summon an
asacrat missionary?”
Julian looked away from him and
scratched his hair. “Why? Why not? On
the edge of Darkhelm space. Figured we
needed one.”
Caleb still felt confused. “I see. But,
if you’re only going to be here a short time
—“
“We’ve been here one Earth year. We ain’t
leaving.”
Caleb sipped with a furrowed
brow. Then he said, “I thought you were
going to be in and out before Darkhelm
noticed?”
“What I said was, that was our plan when we first
got here. Things change. Situations can change in a
heartbeat.” Julian rose. “Anyway, we ain’t leaving.”
Caleb shrugged. “Well, I’m happy
to be here. I hope I can provide an
uplifting ministry for you and the other
settlers.”
“Ministry, right. That will be great.” He grabbed
his big coat off the hook beside the door. “Thank you,
Caleb.” He spoke without looking back. “Thank you for…
coming to save us.”
“I haven’t done anything yet.”
“You will.”
Julian let in the icy blades of wind
from outside for several moments, and
was gone.
Caleb remained at the couches to
finish his drink. He could tell from the
silence that he was now alone in the large
building. His joy at a new purpose felt
marred with foreboding. He wished Julian
didn’t perplex him.
In the darkness of his room Caleb
could hear the wind blustering outside. He
shivered in his cot despite several
oversized blankets. A choking sensation
started in his throat. He realized he wasn’t
shivering, but trembling. Caleb closed his
eyes causing tears to spill out. The dark
aura had spiked. And here he thought he’d
gotten used to it.
Caleb sat up in the cot slowly.
Sitting in a chair at the foot of his bed was
a large demon. The light was dim enough
for him to hope his eyes played tricks on
him. He clicked on his lamp. The demon
sat staring at him.
He matched illustrations from the
Crystalline bible, except he was far from
ugly. His face was regal enough for Caleb
to notice its beauty despite strange eyes
and massive horns. He had attractive long
dark hair. Once Caleb drew up some
mettle he realized the only frightening
thing about the demon was his massive
size.
He lowered his head and started to
pray aloud.
“Stop.”
The demon’s deep unnatural voice
stung him. He ceased praying.
“You’re welcome on Risden, but not if you’re
disrespectful to my Lord Exinious. Don’t recite prayers to
Helder out loud. Would you like it if someone prayed to
Exinious on planet Crystalline?”
Caleb swallowed. He felt the urge
to apologize. But then—he’d started
praying to cast the demon out. His civility
made that notion seem idiotic.
“I’m General Caine,” the demon said. “Risden is
under my jurisdiction.”
“I’m Caleb, an asacrat.”
“I know what you are.”
“I was summoned here to begin a ministry.”
Caine laughed at him. “That’s not
why they summoned you here.”
Caleb blinked.
“Give me your hand.” He outstretched a palm
toward him.
Caleb shook his head. “You’re a
general of Lord Exinious?”
“Yes.”
“Then…you are my enemy.”
Caine withdrew his hand. “Let’s not
be enemies, little Caleb. You see, your
masters aren’t the only ones who cherish
asacrats.”
His brow rose.
“That’s why it’s my pleasure to have you here.
You’re now the guest of General Caine.”
Caleb
pursed
his
lips.
“I’m
suspicious of your hospitality.”
“Of course. Darkhelm demons are supposed to
be monsters. We must be disgusting if your foul
Crystalline masters are the righteous ones.” He gave a
sardonic laugh. “It’s time for you to learn what’s real, little
asacrat. You should read the books of Exinious.”
“No. I won’t let my mind be contaminated.”
“So be it. If you did read them you’d know why we
regard you asacrats as treasures.” He reached for him
again. “Won’t you give me your hand?”
Caleb cringed. “Why do you want
my hand?”
“Not for any reason you should fear.” He
withdrew. “I’ll try to wait until you come to trust me.”
“Everything I’ve ever been taught tells me I should
never trust you.”
“I suggest you learn more. I want to be your
friend, little Caleb. You’re being an honorable Crystalline
servant as you talk to me, but you don’t rebuke me or try
to cast me out. I like that. You’re already showing more
character than many naïve asacrats I’ve known.”
Caleb blushed. “I guess—I guess
you spark my curiosity. And, well, this is
your world. I don’t want to be rude.”
Caine made a broad smile. The
kindness beamed from his face. “You’re
adorable!”
Caleb felt stricken. He looked away
from Caine in concentration. “Do the
settlers know this is your world?”
Caine became somber. “They’re not
settlers, little Caleb. They’re intruders and
thieves who came to steal from my lord. I
warned them to leave.”
“You did?”
“They didn’t heed me, so I punished them.”
Caleb’s eyes widened. “Did you
kill them? Is Julian the only one left?”
“Killing isn’t poetic. Massacres are easy and
abundant. I prefer to give the universe a more interesting
story. The strategy has paid dividends. It’s brought
you
here.”
Caleb moved to the edge of his cot.
“What happened?”
Caine reached for him. “Take my
hand, and I’ll tell you.”
Caleb’s face became pained. He
shook his head.
Caine pulled his hand away and
laughed. “Then it’s your mystery to solve.
Just remember: I’m your friend. These
thieves are not.”
He rose. Caleb realized he was no
longer fearful, even when confronted by
his intimidating height.
“May I visit you again?”
“Yes. Of course.”
Caine smiled again. This time Caleb
felt a shiver.
“I like you, asacrat.”
The demon vanished before him.
Black smoke lingered for a moment in the
demon’s shape, and then there was
nothing. Caleb lay down with his eyes
opened. He replayed their conversation in
his mind.
Then he planned on what to say to
Julian.
Caleb heard Julian rummaging
around his room while he was in the
bathroom. He emerged to see his cot had
been folded up. Julian dropped some of
his things into a bag.
“What are you doing?”
The large man jolted with his entire
body. He turned around to look at Caleb
with enormous eyes.
Caleb crossed his arms. “I need to
talk to you. I had a visitor last night.”
Julian raked a hand through his hair.
“You did? I mean…of course you did.”
Caleb glowered at him.
“There’s no time to talk now. The men are coming
in for breakfast. I was going to introduce you and—“
“I’m not doing anything until I get some answers.”
“A man’s baby is possessed by demons!”
Caleb blanched. “What?”
Julian reset his cot and hastily
placed his items back in a dresser. “We
need your help, alright? Let’s just put
everything aside and deal with this.
They’ll start coming in any minute. Get
ready.” He dashed from the room.
Caleb could hear men on the other
side of his wall clanging pots. Then he
smelled meat cooking. He sighed and laid
out his ceremonial costume.
Apparently the fumes from the
kitchen gave him a headache. He ignored
it.
Caleb entered the crowded dining
room. Eight long tables with benches
accommodated 160 men of varying ages.
Their conversation stopped and all heads
turned toward him. Caleb wore the red
and
gold
ceremonial
robes
of
a
Crystalline priest.
Julian popped up from the table
nearest him. “Ah, yes! Here we are.”
He stood beside Caleb. The men’s
faces were as somber as stone while
Julian introduced him. No one ate or
spoke. When Julian finished speaking
Caleb felt a wave of discomfort.
“I’m here to help you,” Caleb said.
Silence followed. Caleb could see
Julian shifting his weight from side to
side.
“So help us!”
Caleb didn’t see who yelled it. “I
will. We can have our first service this
evening if you—“
Now they became animated. The
men were swearing to each other. A few
slammed hands on the table.
“We don’t need a fucking church!”
Caleb swallowed.
Julian stepped forward. “Hey, look!
I told you this is a delicate situation. I’m
working on it. Let’s just—let’s just calm
down. He’s here ain’t he?”
“Julian—what the fuck?” a man said.
“I’ll talk to you in the damn mines, all right!”
“Talk to them here,” Caleb said. He looked into
the crowd. “I was called here to bring you a ministry.
What do you really want?”
This quieted them. The men in the
furthest table from him rose to turn in their
empty trays. The rest followed suit over a
span of ten minutes. Caleb stared, but no
one met his eyes.
Julian squeezed his shoulder. “Let’s
not be worrying about sermons and shit
just yet.”
“What do they want?”
“Just let them cool off, you know.”
“But—“ His voice became choked with tears.
“Why did you bring me here?”
He lowered to sit at one of the
empty tables. Julian stood beside him
fidgeting as he wept into his hands.
An echoing shriek rang through the
emptied dining hall. Caleb looked up. A
miner stood holding a swaddled baby. His
face had the same stony dejection he’d
seen on the others.
Caleb had him lay the infant on a
table. The boy’s eyes were a luminous
yellow without any pupils. His wails and
snarls
had
the
same
demonic
reverberations Caleb heard in Caine’s
voice. The baby struggled against the taut
blanket around him.
“He’s possessed by a lower demon,” Caleb said.
“They’re usually too weak to possess humans. The baby
must have been made vulnerable somehow.”
“Don’t worry about that,” the father said. “He’s all
I have left. What do I need to do to make him well?”
Caleb squeezed his shoulder and
smiled. “I can heal him.”
He placed both hands on the
squirming child’s face. Then he let his
mind grow calm. He pictured himself as a
vessel full of light that poured out into the
baby. For a few seconds the child became
still. Then he jolted and growled. Caleb
held him steady despite the father
protesting beside him. The child quieted
again. Black smoke burned out of him and
then dissipated. His eyes became human
again.
The father crumpled in tears over
his son. “You did it. Oh, thank you! Thank
you!”
“You’re welcome.” A spark of hope relit inside
him.
The father bundled the child for the
cold and left with him. Julian tried to
follow.
“Julian.”
He jolted as though caught in a
crime.
Caleb went to him and latched on to
his coat to make sure he didn’t escape.
“Why is there a baby here? I thought this
was just a mining colony like you said.
This was a real settlement, wasn’t it?
There were families here.”
Julian didn’t look at him. “Yep.”
“Where are all the women?”
Julian’s face began to tremble.
“Gone.”
“Where?”
Now Julian eyed him. “He took
them, all right?”
“General Caine.”
Julian looked ahead of him again.
“Yep. He let us build up the whole
operation. We mined out our first haul of
sulphite, then, right as the first cargo ships
were loaded up, he came and told us to
leave it and go. Leave the sulphite, leave
all our equipment, and just go.” He
swallowed. “We couldn’t do that,
obviously. A demon army came and
kidnapped
all
the
women
in
the
settlement.”
Caleb expelled a heavy breath.
“What happened to them?”
“I don’t know. That was months ago. We’ve been
carrying on without them.”
“You’re still mining the sulphite?”
Julian darted angry eyes at him.
“Well what the fuck else can we do? I’m
not going anywhere until I get Maria back.
We can’t abandon them. And what are we
supposed to do while we’re waiting?
Twiddle our fucking thumbs?”
Julian stepped forward to break free
of Caleb’s grip. “As soon as we get them
back we’ll go. The longer he holds on to
them, the more sulphite we’re going to
suck out of this fucking shithole.”
He went to the door.
“What can I do to help you?”
Julian looked back with a grim
smile. “You weren’t supposed to do
anything. You were just a bartering chip.”
He opened the door and left before
Caleb could respond. When the cold hit
him his mild headache turned to shooting
pain.
Caleb groaned and found his way to
the couches. His temples now throbbed. It
wasn’t the fumes. It must have been the
new climate. Yet another sign that his
coming here was a grave mistake.
The pain didn’t abate after several
minutes. When he rose he had a moment of
vertigo. His legs felt weak.
“Why?”
He dragged himself back to his
small room to dig out one of the oversized
coats he’d borrowed from Julian. His
decision to leave wasn’t solid yet. He’d
saved the possessed child, so his presence
wasn’t a complete waste. However, Julian
lured him there with a lie. If Caine was
not such a gentleman he might have
already been kidnapped. He may still be.
Caleb considered going to his ship
to retrieve the communicator. Maybe he
could get a message to April. Her level
head was exactly what he needed.
He donned gloves, a scarf, goggles,
snow pants—every article he could.
Partway through dressing he had to sit and
catch his breath. His head felt like it was
splitting in two. The fatigue in his muscles
seemed to be growing worse, also.
He went to the exit door and braced
himself. A gush of air bombarded him.
Caleb pushed through it before he lost his
nerve. The ship was barely ten paces
away. Caleb strode only five when he
realized the debris.
Someone had smashed the hull. The
cockpit was open to the elements. Pieces
of equipment were strewn about the snow.
Caleb ran to it. He looked for claw
marks. The ruptures in the metal were
large sharp streaks, as if someone had
swung a tool. He looked inside the hull
and saw it. A pneumatic pickaxe was
lodged deep in the main console.
Caleb couldn’t investigate further.
His face had gone numb, yet his head was
still in agony. He raced back into the
safety of the main lodge.
“How could they…?”
He stood beside the door with his
face in his hand. Some kitchen workers
grunted to get by him. Caleb forced his
quaking legs to carry him back to his
room. He collapsed on his bed.
When Caleb woke next he was
doused in sweat. He struggled with each
painful breath. He also noted that chokey
feeling that happened when the dark aura
spiked.
“They…they destroyed my ship.” Caleb spoke into
the dimness of the room with his eyes closed.
“I told you. They’re not your friends,” Caine said.
“But I…I came here to help them. I was going to
make a ministry…going to…have my faith…my purpose…
renewed again.”
Caine
clucked
his
tongue
sympathetically. “Wrong faith. Wrong
purpose. You can’t light a fire on logs
soaked with urine.”
“What—what happened to the women?”
“We put them in a prison on one of our worlds.”
A stab of pain in his forehead made
him wince. He forced out his words.
“What are you going to do to them?”
“It’s not decided. The men were supposed to
leave. We might have returned the women to them
eventually. They’re greedy, little Caleb. Julian lied when he
said they refuse to abandon their wives. They refuse to
abandon the sulphite. Now my master thinks the women
should be tried for their crimes. The sentence for stealing
from Darkhelm is death.”
“You can’t.” He struggled to draw breath.
“Please…please just let them go.”
He heard the floor creek. Caine
walked beside him and knelt. Caleb
looked into his serene face.
“Will you trade your freedom for theirs?”
His face crumbled into tears. Julian
spoke the truth. He’d been lured here to be
a bartering chip. The idealistic faith of his
youth would never be recaptured.
Caine caressed his cheek. “I’m not
so terrible.”
“If only you were.” Caleb snuffled. “You were
supposed to be a sadistic monster. That way you’d prove
everything I believed in wasn’t a lie.”
“It’s about to get even worse for you.”
Caleb gave him a plaintive look.
“Do you know why you’re sick?
Caleb forced down the lump in his
throat. “It’s the climate. Altitude sickness,
or something.”
“Once you join the harem of the Crystalline gods
you have to have sex regularly or you get like this.”
Caleb’s eyes bulged.
“It’s another way they bind you to them.”
His mind raced. He remembered April’s failed
runaway attempts.
“I wish I could run away for good, but I
always get sick.”
Then there was Jasper who hid for three
days and had to be carried upstairs.
Caine leaned over the bed and
kissed him.
“Emph!”
The demon’s hot lips formed a seal
with his. His mouth moved sensually, and
then his tongue penetrated. Caleb closed
his eyes. He realized how easily Caine
could seduce him. His mere touch made
his whole body slacken. The headache
ebbed and then dissipated. Nothing
prevented him from melting beneath the
demon’s embrace.
Caine broke their mouths and
looked at him. “Better?”
Caleb nodded. His lips were moist
and he felt weary.
“You’ll be sick again within minutes. The only cure
is for you to be with me.”
Grief came over Caleb’s face. “I
can’t belong to you.”
Caine laughed and stroked his hair.
“I won’t claim you with this act. You have
to be mine through your own choosing.
This is a necessity due to your master’s
curse.”
Caine took his hand. The gesture
stung him due to his requests before. At
that moment it seemed benign.
“I’ll take this chance to show you what a tender
master a Darkhelm demon can be. It will be our
courtship. Afterwards you’ll know there’s no reason for
you to return to your miserable existence. You’ll have a
new home, a new master, and…a new faith.”
Caleb pursed his lips. He noticed a
twinge of pain harkening the return of his
headache.
“May I proceed?”
Caleb blinked a few times. He
thought the matter was already settled.
Caine’s chivalry caused a flutter in his
middle.
“Yes.”
Caine scooped him up in his arms.
They vanished together. The next moment
Caleb reclined with Caine on a massive
round bed. They were both undressed.
The sudden nudity didn’t panic
Caleb, but he still darted his eyes around
fearfully. “Where are we?”
“Not Darkhelm. Don’t worry.” Caine soothed his
hand down Caleb’s chest and torso. “This is my dwelling
on Risden.”
Caleb gave a satisfied nod and
relaxed back.
The demon loomed over him to
continue the light caresses. He ran the
back of his hand over Caleb’s shoulder,
and then he felt over his hips with his
palms. His fingertips traced down Caleb’s
throat. Every touch made his flesh tingle.
It felt rapturous to be soothed all
over like this. Why couldn’t his
Crystalline masters have been so gentle?
He realized he’d been starved for contact.
Even though he’d served his masters night
after night—it was lewdness without
intimacy.
Caine’s fingertip tickled over his
nipple. Caleb’s breath caught at the
sudden titillation. For a short while the
demon continued his chaste caresses. He
made it seem as though he’d stimulated the
sensitive flesh by accident. Then his finger
casually danced over the other nub. Caleb
looked at him and saw a smile.
His mouth lowered down to give
soft buttery kisses where his fingers had
felt. The heat from his breath made Caleb
tremble. His tongue touched above his
navel and Caleb gasped. His cock stood
up from his body as the languorous
foreplay continued. Caleb dug his fingers
into Caine’s hair.
The demon ceased electrifying his
flesh to join their mouths together. Caleb
yielded himself to the kiss without
inhibition. He wrapped his arms tight
around large shoulders.
Caine spider-crawled his fingers
down Caleb’s body while his tongue
distracted him. He brushed his hand
against his cock.
“Ngh…”
His forefinger pressed against the
swollen tip. Caleb jolted. His slit pulsed
as he compressed it.
Finally he took the shaft in his hand
and squeezed it. Caleb couldn’t believe
how aroused he was. Caine took utter
control over his body. The demon brought
shocking heat to his middle with the barest
gesture.
The hand released and felt lower.
Caine tickled his balls first, and then
cupped them in his palm. He rubbed the
orbs in a sensual massage from one side to
the other. A thick droplet seeped from the
tip of his cock. Caleb broke his mouth free
from Caine to cry out.
“Uhhh!”
His face construed. The demon had
him desperate for release already.
Caine leaned back to focus both
hands on his torture. His fingers clenched
the shaft to pump it slowly as his other
hand continued to mash against his balls.
The slow beat of his hand made Caleb’s
belly quiver. He felt euphoric tingles all
through his pelvis. Caine’s controlled fist
kept him teetering on the brink of orgasm.
“Ohh…
mph!
Hhh!”
He bit his bottom lip. Caine looked
into his eyes as he fondled him. Caleb
could not hide the desperation in his face.
Caine watching him made things even
more erotic. The demon pumped his shaft
even slower.
“Ah! I’m so close!
Uhh!
”
Caine stopped massaging his balls
to lick his finger. He crammed the digit
into Caleb’s ass.
“Ahhh!” He arched his back off the mattress.
Caine opened his most tender place
in a shockwave of pleasure. His insides
shuddered with rapturous throbs. Caleb
thrashed on the bed.
“I can’t take it anymore!
Uhhh-ahhh!
”
“Tell me what you want.”
Caleb whimpered. “Please! Please
let me…!”
“Look at me.”
Caleb winced but obeyed. The
demon locked eyes with him. His fist
became tight, and he yanked with sudden
fury.
The sound of Caleb’s moans
evaporated deep in his throat. He
contorted his whole body through the first
shuddering spasm. Caine held him down
by the thigh and kept pumping. Caleb’s
nipples hardened. His ass clenched. Every
convulsion made his body lurch.
Caleb collapsed back and gasped.
He felt Caine wipe the ejaculate off his
stomach. The demon climbed up to
whisper against his lips.
“You’re exactly what I want.”
Caleb’s face became puzzled. Then
he was swept back into the passion of
Caine’s kiss. The demon now writhed
over him as their tongues lathed together.
Caleb’s cock mashed against Caine’s
muscular body. His arousal returned as the
ravenous mouth bombarded him.
Caine urged him to lie on his
stomach. He kissed both swells of his
buttocks. Caleb noticed his lips trembled
with staggered breaths. He poured oil into
the crease of his ass and then swirled the
pads of his fingers over Caleb’s slick
hole.
“Oo!”
Pressure against so many tingly
nerves made Caleb’s thighs quiver. He
arched his back and splayed his legs.
When Caine’s fingers breached him he
clenched the sheets.
“Ooo, yes!” He wiggled against his hand.
“You’re going to make me lose control.”
Caleb
opened
his
eyes.
He
swallowed. “You can’t hurt me. My body
was made for this.”
Caine’s thick cock plopped onto his
tailbone. It was longer than Caleb’s
forearm.
“Feel that?”
He gave a rapturous sigh. “You’re
even bigger than Yurin.” His toes curled.
The thought of so much tingly pressure
inside him made his cock twinge.
Caine perked the head against his
hole. His member pressed in slow,
despite Caleb’s body yielding to accept
him.
“Ohhh!”
Caine froze. “Does it hurt?”
He gasped. “Don’t stop!”
Caine grunted and obeyed. The
sensation propelled Caleb into blissful
delirium. There was never pain or
discomfort when he was opened this way.
He felt only the rapturous throb of a
thousand pleasure points stimulated at
once. Caine’s massive size strained each
receptor within him to its maximum. A
muffled sound came from his open mouth.
He trembled and tried not to move. His
cock seared for release once again.
Caine drew back to thrust again.
Caleb emitted a hiss of pain—the orgasm
seized him against his will. As he jolted
and squirmed Caine grasped both his hips
and plowed deep. The demon thrust only a
few strokes before weakening.
“Can I—come inside you?”
“Yes. Yes!”
Caine mashed his pelvis against
Caleb’s ass. He could feel the hot gushes
in his core. The euphoric waves extended
Caleb’s own orgasm. His member
contracted without release. He yelped.
Caine flattened him against the bed,
twisted against his back for a final burst,
and then exhaled.
Caleb luxuriated in the feeling of
Caine against him. His touch still caused
so much heady warmth. It was no longer
sexual. Merely contentment.
After a while Caine rolled off and
repositioned Caleb in his arms beside
him.
“Stay the night.”
Caleb nestled his head in the crook
of his shoulder. “I’d love to.”
“Stay forever.”
Silence followed this. Caleb’s heart
rate quickened. He stared out into the
dimness of the room thinking of what to
say.
“General Caine—you can’t erase a lifetime of
worship and training in one night.” Caleb swallowed. “You
need to be patient with me.”
“Will you give me your hand now?”
Caleb frowned. “What’s that all
about?”
“I want to mark your soul so other Darkhelm
demons will know you’ve already been claimed.”
“My…soul?”
Caine turned his chin so their eyes
met. “It’s important to me, little Caleb.
Exinious himself could claim you unless
you have my mark.”
“How—how can I go home with a demon’s mark
on me?”
“The mark doesn’t bind you. Your masters will
know you were touched by a demon. You should grant me
at least that satisfaction.”
Caleb stared into his eyes several
moments. He didn’t know what answer he
searched for. Somehow Caine’s sincere
gaze made up his mind. He offered his
hand to the demon.
Caine woke him the next morning by
kissing his neck. Caleb moaned. His mind
incorporated moist heat on his nape into a
sexual dream. Caine reached around his
chest from behind to tease his nipples.
Caleb woke up fully. Both sensitive
nipples had hardened below the tickling
fingers. He rubbed his bottom against
Caine’s cock.
“Mmm.”
“My dear,” Caine whispered, “if you have sex with
me now it’s because you want to. Not because you’re
sick.”
“Ngh…yes. I want to.”
His member grew uncomfortably
hard. He gave into the urge to masturbate.
Caine’s fingers rubbed the caps of his
nipples in a rhythmic pattern. Caleb’s
whole chest squirmed. He felt Caine’s
cock thicken against his ass.
“Put it in.”
Caine stopped torturing his nipples.
They continued tingling in the wake of his
touch. He shuffled on the bed a moment,
and then pressed a greased cock against
his hole.
Caleb licked his lips while using
both hands to masturbate. He tipped his
ass to urge Caine inside him. The demon
pulled up one of his thighs and penetrated.
“Mmm!”
Caine pumped into him harder than
he had last night. Caleb now felt
comfortable enough to cry out. He gave a
plaintive yelp with every stab into his
pleasure center.
“Uh! Ahhh! So good!”
He came while Caine continued his
steady plunges. The demon threw off their
blanket. He rolled on his back and had
Caleb straddle him. The wanton position
renewed Caleb’s erection. He realized his
cock was a dark ruddy hue. He left the
raw organ alone and focused on bouncing.
He saw Caine grimace.
“Ngh,” Caine said. “You’re wild.”
Caleb rammed his body up and
down the length of Caine’s cock. “Ah! I
can’t come again.”
Caine fisted his cock.
“Uhh!”
“Yes you can.”
He pumped it. Caleb struggled to
pull his hand off. “No! Ah! It’s so tender.”
Caine released and held onto his
thighs instead. He plunged upwards into
Caleb’s ass hard enough to slap against
him.
“Mmm! Ohhh! Yes!”
Caine bit his bottom lip and came.
The flood of seed dribbled down from
Caleb’s hole. The feeling inside had him
shuddering.
“That’s so…uh!”
Caine pulled Caleb off his cock.
“Hhh!”
He dragged him up his body until he
was seated on his chest. Then engulfed
Caleb’s cock in his mouth.
“Oh no! Ahh!” Caleb braced himself against the
headboard.
The demon gripped his ass tight
with both strong hands and sucked. Caleb
tried to squirm free. Caine’s mouth
worked
his
strained
member
with
powerful suction. In moments Caleb
whimpered. His stomach and thighs
quivered.
He spoke through tears. “I’m
coming.”
Caine’s mouth vacuumed out his
seed and swallow it.
The asacrat flopped back. His groin
was still pinned to the merciless mouth.
“Ohhhhhh! Hhn!”
When he released him Caleb crept
away. He curled his shuddering body
inward. Caine sat watching him.
“You’re a drug, and I’m addicted. Do you forgive
me?”
Caleb eyed him and nodded. “No—
no more. I’m spent.”
Caine laughed and left the bed. His
majestic naked body exited through a door
Caleb hadn’t noticed. When he returned
enough time had passed for Caleb to
compose himself. They dined together in
the bed on roasted tubers and meat.
Then Caleb bade him to take him
back. Caine reluctantly obeyed.
Caleb took a nap after he showered.
He woke when Julian knocked outside his
doorway. The burly man took a seat
beside his bed.
“You were gone. I looked all over for you.”
Caleb considered a few moments
before speaking. “I was with General
Caine.”
“I figured you were.” Julian fidgeted with is
sleeve. “Did he talk about our women at all?”
He fumed through his nostrils.
“General Caine has been very kind to me.
You and the settlers have not.”
“You’re not going to fall for his bullshit, are you? I
seen how his kind is. Monsters shattering homes in the
dead of night. Ripping women right out of their beds.
Dragging them away in this God-awful cold. I figured you’d
know how they are better than any of us.”
“General Caine gave you a chance to leave, but
you were greedy.”
“Fuck that! How could we leave with nothing?
After all that work!”
“You had no right to mine on this world.”
“That’s fucking hindsight.”
Caleb crossed his arms. “You said
the only reason you’re still here is
because you can’t leave the women
behind.”
“Yeah.”
“Well, I can get General Caine to release them,
but you have to leave now. Stop mining. Get off this world
on the next fleet of cargo ships.”
Julian thought for a moment. “Well,
we got two fleets coming over the next
month. They each ordered full loads of
sulphite. Once we meet those obligations
—“
“General Caine was right. You’re only staying for
the sulphite.”
Julian bolted up from his chair.
“You saying I don’t love my wife? You
don’t know what I been through. I think
about her every fucking day!”
Caleb drew breath to speak. Julian
talked over him.
“What fucking guarantee do I have that he’s going
to let them go? I don’t even know if they’re still alive! You
want me to throw away everything I’ve worked for like it’s
nothing.”
Caleb turned away from him.
“You’re unbelievable.”
“Look, even if I wanted to go I can’t get these guys
to bail. They’ll say the same things I have. Let us get these
last two hauls out and then we can negotiate.”
“Imbecile. They’re considering having the women
tried for stealing from Darkhelm. They’ll die for your
crimes here.”
“Crimes? Coming to a shithole iceberg no one
gives a fuck about and taking a resource the whole
universe is fucking desperate for? You know how far a
ship can run on one kilo of sulphite? The crime is letting it
rot here in the snow.”
Caleb’s heart began to race. He had
to get out of here. With his ship destroyed
there was only one option.
“We no longer have anything to talk about. Please
leave me alone.”
Julian rubbed a hand through his
hair. “Okay, look, I didn’t come searching
for you to argue. You did Mick a real
good turn by saving his baby. Some of the
guys, they want to... Well, let me just
show you.” He crossed to the door.
Caleb followed him into the dining
hall. Two tables were aligned at the front
of the room. One had a podium on it with
Crystalline bible. A glass bowl of water
on the left side finished the make-shift
altar.
Caleb’s mouth went dry.
Mick sat at the table closest to them
with his baby. He rose, but turned back
towards the doorway to shout. “He’s here
guys!”
A dozen men came in from the
sitting area. Julian fumbled for words as
they gathered near.
“I haven’t told him everything, yet.”
“We want the church,” Mick said.
Caleb looked at him with wide
eyes.
A lanky man who looked underfed
spoke up next. “See, if you got the magic
to get rid of a demon, maybe you can keep
us safe.”
“It’s not everyone,” Julian said to Caleb, “but you
can still have your ministry for these men. You can give
them a blessing, can’t you?”
He lowered his eyes. “I…”
“Sorry about before,” a new voice said. “We
thought you were useless, but we were wrong.”
Julian squeezed his shoulder. “Give
us a little service. That’s what you came
for, isn’t it?”
Caleb wore a look of horror. Julian
steered him behind the podium as the other
men sat facing him on the benches. He
stared out at them with a lump in his
throat.
“Read from the book if you ain’t got nothing else,”
Mick said.
Caleb looked at it. The bible was
opened to the page first introducing the
demons of Darkhelm.
“No…no worse a monster…can there be…”
“Speak up!”
“No worse a monster there can be than those
demons of Darkhelm. Spawned from the befouled seed of
their master. They sever the souls of mortals from their
bodily shells leaving them forever in darkness. They drain
the light—“
The doors crashed open. General
Caine stood as a black silhouette against a
snow white background. He stepped into
the light of the dining hall wearing
embellished silver armor and a flowing
black cape.
Caleb had never seen his face so
cruel.
The men sprang up from the benches
in an explosion of frightful swears. They
scattered as Caine strode down the center
aisle. His eyes were fixed on Caleb.
Caleb resisted the inclination to look
away in shame because he feared for the
men and the infant. They now ran in unison
toward the entrance. Caine reached back
and the doors slammed closed. Julian
struggled to open them without success.
The group huddled in the back staring at
Caine and Caleb.
Caine threw the bible in the air. It
burst into flames and disintegrated. He
knocked the glass water bowl on the floor
making it shatter.
“You were welcome here so long as you didn’t
behave disrespectfully to my Lord.” Caine slammed the
podium to the floor hard enough to smash it into
splinters. “I told you this.”
“You’re right,” Caleb said. He found strength
buried somewhere deep inside of him. “I shouldn’t have
done it. I won’t make excuses.”
Caine stood in front of him. His
voice was no longer a bellow. “A
blasphemer is even worse than a thief.”
“This is between you and me. Let those men go.”
Caine leaned close to him. “If I let
them go, who’s going to take you to the
infirmary?”
Caleb winced. He felt terrified of
Caine for the first time.
“There is no trail for blasphemers. Only death.”
Caine clutched his shoulder and
spun him around. Caleb stood with his
back to him. He squeezed his eyes closed.
“Maiming you might be enough to satisfy my lord.”
He ripped his claws down Caleb’s
back. The violence happened in a blinding
instant. Caleb’s tunic shredded. The pain
toppled him. He remained conscious only
long enough to see the group of men
running towards him in panic. Caine must
have vanished.
Caleb woke face down on a
stretcher. He felt cold mixed with agony.
He lifted his head enough to see he was in
a
small
white-walled
infirmary.
Something touched his back. He hissed
with pain.
“Damn he’s awake. Give me the sedative.”
Caleb felt a shot, then fell asleep.
“What are you stupid?” April said. “You made it.
You’re free. Don’t ruin it now.”
“I wasn’t trying to get free. I was trying to
recommit.”
“That’s a lie. You ran while they were all asleep.
You wanted a way out without admitting you were
abandoning your faith. Well, you should abandon it. We all
need to wake up!”
Caleb woke in the empty infirmary.
He was propped onto his side with
pillows. The pain was there. If he tried to
move it gave him an unbearable sting.
He sighed. This was good, wasn’t
it? It proved that Darkhelm demons were
as despicable as the Crystalline bible
described.
He couldn’t even finish that thought
before discounting it. Caine tried to save
him from Lord Exinious’ wrath. He made
sure the men were there to get him help.
Why did he read from the bible?
He’d vowed to respect Caine’s wishes.
The men rushed him into it. When he saw
the page and wanted to reread it. He
wanted to see how wrong that book had
been about Darkhelm. Caine wasn’t a
monster. If he’d read further he’d get to
passages about the demons possessing
mortals and making them run on rampages
until they died of exhaustion. Caine
actually warned the settlers to leave.
Everything he’d seen so far showed him
that Darkhelm was civilized.
His religion was based on lies.
He knew it from the first night he’d
been indoctrinated into the harem. This
trip wiped out any doubt.
Caleb wept. The shuddering sobs
made his wounds ache. He couldn’t stop
himself.
Caine appeared beside his bed. He
pulled the doctor’s stool forward to sit.
For a while he didn’t look at Caleb.
Distress clouded his normally serene face.
“I’m sorry for reading from that bible.”
Caine’s eyes widened. “You’re
apologizing to me? After I wounded you?”
Silence followed. Caleb felt waves
of relief. Caine’s self-reprobation made
peace between them.
“I tried to get the miners to leave. You were right.
They’re staying here out of greed.”
Caine let a sigh out of his nostrils.
“It’s time for them to go, little Caleb. My
Lord is fed up with their pillaging.” He
looked into his eyes. “I’ll never hurt you
again. You’ll never give me cause to,
right? I want you to stay with me.”
“I know.” Caleb pursed his lips. “They…they lured
me here to use me as a bartering chip. Let’s turn that
around. I want to use their fate as a bartering chip with
you.”
Caine nodded while fixed on him.
“Julian claimed they only stayed here because
they can’t leave without their wives. He said it wasn’t
about the sulphite. So…let’s take the sulphite out of this
and give them back their wives. Put the men in prison with
them.”
Caine smiled.
“Let them stay there for at least as long as they
pillaged Risden.”
“If I arrange this, you’ll belong to me?”
“Yes, Caine.”
He vanished.
Caleb tried to stay awake. His heart
raced. He couldn’t identify exactly what
his emotion was. There was fear, a twinge
of guilt, exhilaration, buy then, amid it all,
he was smiling.
Half a day later a demon with red
hair and a long beard entered the
infirmary. Caleb gasped at the sight of a
stranger. Four demon soldiers followed
him.
“Asacrat, I’m Commander Rodin. The intruders on
this world have been forced onto our prison vessel.
There’s no one left to care for you. I’m taking you to the
hospital on Darkhelm.”
Caleb blinked a few times. Before
he could respond the soldiers gingerly
transferred him onto a gurney. Their care
made Caleb’s fear of them subside, but he
still had a knot in his middle at the
prospect of going to Darkhelm.
They brought him outside, but for
whatever reason he didn’t feel the cold.
Caleb gasped at the massive round black
ship parked in the snow. The demons
brought him up a wide entry hatch. Caine
stood waiting inside. Caleb’s heart
quickened. He was brought into a small
cabin. Caine sat beside his bed as the
soldiers shut them in together.
He took Caleb’s hand. “They’re off
to prison, little Caleb. Just as you
requested. And now…”
“Now I belong to you.”
Caine smiled.
“The…the thought of going to Darkhelm terrified
me. But now that you’re here, I’m not afraid.”
“The Crystalline god’s curse can’t reach you
there. You’re free of them, little Caleb.” He cupped his
other hand over Caleb’s. “Will you read the books of
Exinious?”
Caleb swallowed. “Yes. I’ll read
them. I’ll do what you want me to as best I
can.” His brow furrowed. “But, Caine, be
patient with me. They took my heart and
left a painful void. It will be so hard…to
trust again.”
Caine kissed his hand. “I’ll make it
easy for you.”
Caleb felt a shiver. He didn’t want
to think about relearning a new faith. All
he wanted to believe in now was his
demon liberator.
Tender Master is Based on the Comic Book
Offered to a Demon
A Snippet From the Hit Series Maelstrom!
Malstrum walked in with a bowl of
mana stew. He froze to stare at Demetri.
His face appeared to show no emotion,
but as the instance stretched on Demetri
saw the traces of pain around the edge of
his eye.
“I’m fine.”
Malstrum looked down. “I don’t
like fucking up.”
“Happens to the best of us.”
He crossed the room to set the bowl
on a nightstand. Malstrum nudged himself
on the edge of the bed. He splayed his
fingers into Demetri’s hair. His hand
soothed back the dark tresses twice as he
gazed into his eyes. Then he leant over
and embraced him.
Demetri wrapped his arms around
Malstrum’s lean back. The hug gave him
rapturous twinge inside. He couldn’t
fathom the emotion; he just enjoyed it. He
savored Malstrum’s warmth, his scent,
and the strength of his hold. Everything
about his touch made Demetri feel good.
He caressed his back so he’d linger.
Malstrum squeezed him tighter. Demetri
had to suppress a sigh.
Malstrum pulled away, but not far.
He broke from the hug and put their lips
together in one fluid movement. Demetri’s
eyes widened. Malstrum’s hand went to
the base of his skull to pull him into the
kiss.
“Mmph—!”
This had the same enchantment as
the hug. Demetri’s chin trembled. Both
their mouths were open and Malstrum
worked over his lips with moist clicking
sounds. Demetri tried to back away. He
hit the headboard. Malstrum’s hand went
the side of his face to trace his fingers
down his jaw line and then caress his
throat.
The touch made his flesh tingle.
Demetri’s lips puckered. It was the barest
sign he was meeting the kiss. Malstrum
tilted his head and touched his tongue
against Demetri’s. He curled it back in his
mouth, but then realized how stupid that
was. It was either push Malstrum off him,
or accept the full brunt of his kiss. He
made
his
tongue
available
again.
Malstrum lathed it. The stunning intimacy
made Demetri’s stomach quiver. Any
where Malstrum touched felt ignited with
tingles. Even his breath became stilted.
Malstrum’s fingers soothed over his
collar bone down to the middle of his
chest. He found his nipple under his shirt
and pinched.
Demetri jerked his head away.
“Cut the shit!”
Malstrum stayed close. His face
was flushed with lust.
“Need to go lock the door, then fuck you
senseless.”
“No!”
“Yeah.”
“Fuck no!”
Malstrum turned away and fumed. “I
guess ‘fuck no’ wins.”
“What happened to apologizing to me?”
He sat on the side of the bed and
considered. “I was all apologetic, babe.
But then you let me kiss you.”
“Let you? I didn’t let you do shit! I’m in no shape
to defend myself.”
Malstrum
laughed
softly.
He
soothed Demetri’s shoulder. “Stop acting
so adorable if you ain’t gonna let me fuck
you.”
A Snippet from the Series Incubus
Master
There were tendrils of frost growing
on the ground. Figaru built a fire, then
made the tent open on the side facing it.
Jinady removed his boots, but kept his
socks on. He crawled inside the down
blankets while shivering. Figaru sat
against a tree nearby him. Jinady looked at
him. The demon’s garments left most of
his flesh exposed.
“Aren’t you cold?”
Figaru shook his head. He crept
over to the tent, and then gingerly climbed
over Jinady into it. He pulled off the down
blanket on top of him.
“Gah!”
“Endure it just a moment.”
Figaru took Jinady’s coat off him
and threw it aside. Now Jinady’s teeth
were chattering. Figaru’s hot body nestled
against him. He covered them with the
blanket, and enclosed Jinady in his large
arms.
The fire heated the front of him.
Figaru’s warmth was against his back.
Jinady closed his eyes. He was in
bliss. He brought his hand over Figaru’s
embracing arms.
“Better?”
“Wonderful.” His voice sounded too dreamy. He
snuffled to try to negate this. It was hard not to sink into
the euphoria Figaru’s touch brought him. The full length of
Jinady’s body was connected to him.
His chest rose and fell beneath
Figaru’s arms in a sigh. He was utterly
Figaru’s now. He no longer had a reason
to resist. He caressed Figaru’s arm with
his fingers. He’d wanted to trust him. Now
he felt he could.
Jinady closed his eyes. Figaru’s
chin and throat were behind his head. His
arms were wrapped around his chest. His
bottom was against the leather garment
over Figaru’s crotch.
He let his mind drift. Figaru could
release him, lower his arms, undo
Jinady’s pants, pull them down to expose
his ass, move aside his leather garment,
and—
“Jinady.”
He opened his eyes. Figaru’s hot
breath touched his temple.
“I’ll molest you if you become any more aroused.”
Jinady whispered. “What?”
“You’ve been warned.”
His brow furrowed.
The word molest just ignited his
imagination. All Figaru had to do was
grind his hips and he’d be molested. Then
there were his arms, already conveniently
in front of him. He could pinch a nipple.
Maybe that’s the reason he removed his
coat?
“Lovely little creature.” Figaru half-sang the
threatening words.
Jinady’s eyes widened.
“You’ve sealed your own fate.”