When he exited the portal, a chill rushed through the incubus's body. He examined his hands—clawed, as well as grey, and bare, just like the rest of his body. Finally. Wearing clothing for so long had worsened before it bettered.
How long would it take for Rin to die, he wondered? Tyrannus didn't specify how long the disease took. Would he suffer? Probably. It was a disease, after all. But...for how long would he suffer?
Shaking his head, Tetsuda shifted his gaze to the palace, seemingly so far away. Tyrannus was there; he was waiting. Had he been watching over Tetsuda? Would he be pleased with what he'd done?
These questions circled about in his head as he walked back, eyes on the ground to prevent any arousal at the demons flying overhead. Some of them were so attractive...then again...all of them paled in comparison to Tyrannus.
Despite being an Ira, when it came to the bedroom, he walked and talked like a master incubus. And his appearance...just thinking about him made Tetsuda's knees buckle and his member ache. The way he did…well...everything, really, enthralled the incubus time and time again. He was strong, masculine, bold, astonishing—and so, so much more. The slightest of his touches sent shockwaves through his body, and a side glance could freeze his body solid.
About halfway through the trek, a strange sight came into Tetsuda's view. Embedded into the ground was a gargantuan scythe, and seated atop the curved blade was Tyrannus, arms folded.
Tetsuda halted in his tracks, what once was his heart aching. "Were you waiting for me, Lord Tyrannus?"
He scoffed. "Why would I wait for a lowly slave like you? I was clearing out the filth that roams about the outskirts. Creatures called Et Cinere. Men of ash."
Tetsuda had read about them in Daemones. Et Cinere were, quite literally, men of ash. They were humanoid—or would it be demonic…?—creatures born from ash and residual energy in the ground with no drive but destruction. Those they killed instantly turned to ash, only to rise again as an Et Cineri. There was no way to eliminate their birth entirely, leaving manual purges as the only option.
"You haven't seen this yet, have you?" Tyrannus asked. "Falce Mortis—scythe of death. My weapon of choice." He looked over Tetsuda's shoulder, and a smirk appeared on his face. "Your luck is high today, it seems."
He hopped off the blade and withdrew the weapon from the ground. It towered over Tyrannus by at least a foot, and the blade itself constituted almost his entire height. The incubus turned his head, and he took a few steps back.
A swarm of Et Cinere, at least ten, shambled their way forward, moaning and wailing. Their eyes were sunken and crimson, and cracks ran throughout their bodies, comprised of hardened ash. In the center of their chests there glowed a dark red stone—the core that fueled them.
"Stay here, little incubus. Consider this a reward."
Before Tetsuda could say a word, Tyrannus darted off toward the Et Cinere, his scythe dragging on the ground behind him to leave a deep gash in the earth. When a few feet away from them, he sprung into the air, lifted the weapon above his head, and brought it down on one of the ash creatures. The core split in two, and the creature burst out from the center to form a pile of blackened ash.
As he continued chopping and hacking, Tetsuda watched in awe. Not an ounce of hesitation mingled with his movements, fluid and graceful. More ash flew, and a grin appeared on Tyrannus's face. Not one of sadism, however, or even arrogance—just satisfaction with his skill.
He's...so beautiful… Tetsuda thought, his eyes following every line and contour of Tyrannus's body as he fought. Did all Ira fight this way? No...no, that couldn't be it. It had to be exclusive to Tyrannus. No one else could be so...lovely while being so menacing…
Originally there had been ten of the ash men, but now in their places lay ten piles of black ash, along with bits of the cores, now cold and black. Tyrannus stood a few feet away, his back to Tetsuda, scythe held to the ground.
"You looked at me strangely when I called myself an Ira," Tyrannus said. He looked over his shoulder, hints of arrogance dripping into his smirk. "Do you believe me now?"
The moment their eyes connected, Tetsuda stood erect—in more ways than one. Tyrannus's eyes drifted downward, and he turned completely. Upon his shoulder he rested the blade, and he took a few steps toward him.
"Still so young—it's admirable, really. I still get a tad excited when I fight. It's just so...thrilling." He smacked the pole of the scythe against the ground. "Speaking of young, that was quite the accomplishment you had in the human world. I appreciate you using your powers of seduction, rather than fucking some whore. You shouldn't get into the habit of Cramming. Not while being so close to me, anyway." He swung the blade around gently, pressing it against the back of Tetsuda's neck, and stepped closer. "I owe you a reward for that."
"Wasn't...that the reward?" He winced, feeling his member ache at the proximity to Tyrannus.
"No. That was a reward, my little incubus, for arriving on time. The reward I'd referred to before, however, was for actually managing to fuck someone." He slipped off the cloak that he wore around his shoulders and held it out to Tetsuda, pulling the scythe away. "Here. Incubus or not, I don't want to be seen with someone in such an embarrassing state as yours."
"I've always had a preference for sweet things," Tyrannus commented, withdrawing a chocolate ball from the dish beside him. "Even in my demonic state, when human foods have no affect on my palate, I find myself snatching them up every once in awhile when I travel there." He rolled the ball about between his claws, examining the swirled pattern upon its surface. "They elicit sensory pleasures not attainable by other flavors." His eyes drifted to Tetsuda, and a bitter smile appeared on his lips. "Almost as pleasurable as lovemaking."
The king had led the incubus up to his "relaxation room," a space full of couches and chaises that hearkened to a royal salon. Tyrannus, his body nude, lay upon a padded bench, a bowl of varying confectionaries at his side. Upon the floor, facing Tyrannus but positioned sideways on his knees, was the bare incubus.
Tyrannus slipped the chocolate halfway into his mouth, biting it in two. "Wouldn't you agree, Tetsuda?" He reached down and poised the other half of the sweet at Tetsuda's mouth. Eyes glazed and throat vibrating, he wrapped his tongue around the chocolate and took it into his mouth. "I'll assume that to be affirmative." He repositioned himself a bit, crossing one leg over the other and sitting straighter upon the bench. "Are you disappointed?"
It took a moment, but when his head cleared enough to comprehend words, Tetsuda tilted his head to the side. "What do you mean?"
"Exactly what I said. You'd expected sex, didn't you?"
"Well...honestly, yes…"
"Well, I was kicking that idea about in my head for awhile. However, I thought it'd be a little...cliched. That you'd get tired of it." He chuckled at the last few words, shaking his head. "How ridiculous of me to say that to an incubus. Come up here, Tetsuda. Sit before me."
Without an ounce of hesitation, the incubus joined Tyrannus upon the bench. The king withdrew a few more balls, all vanilla, then spread his legs a bit. He held the balls above his crotch, right between his half-flaccid member and abdomen, and after a few moments, they dripped hot liquid onto the Ira's skin. A soft groan escaped from the side of Tyrannus's mouth as the droplets pooled on and burned him like wax. Once it ceased, he offered his hand, also laden with liquid, to Tetsuda.
He didn't need to say a word. Tetsuda leaned forward and assaulted Tyrannus's hand with his mouth, sucking, licking, drooling all over the place. The sweetness of the vanilla didn't even matter—Tyrannus's skin was more flavorful than any food could ever be.
"So messy," he said with a chuckle. "The human wasn't enough for you, hmm?"
"They pale in comparison to you," Tetsuda whispered, suckling one of his fingers.
"Mmm, how very seductive of you…" Tyrannus pulled his hand back to stroke Tetsuda's cheek. "You're not done yet, though." His lips met the incubus's for a brief moment, brief enough for Tetsuda to ache within and below. "Eat up, little incubus," he whispered. "I know you're hungry."
And, oh, he was. The instant Tyrannus's hand left his cheek, Tetsuda worshipped his master's body like a monk would an altar. He held onto either of Tyrannus's sides with gentle but firm hands, and though his tongue burned from the liquefied sweets, he felt no pain—only arousal.
Of course, the king's member came first. Like a lollipop he sucked and licked, sweetness from the sugar and saltiness from the sweat assaulting his taste buds and hazing up his mind. Tyrannus's claws raked through Tetsuda's hair, and the king reclined until his back lay flat against the bench.
"Such a greedy little thing you are," Tyrannus said, groans lacing his voice. "Almost more fitting of an Avaritia."
Tetsuda didn't hear his words, truly, instead lost in the sounds of his own suckling. He was so beautiful, tasted so wonderful. His inside would probably send the incubus into convulsions…!
Seemingly of their own will, his hands placed themselves on the underside of Tyrannus's thighs, muscular and firm, and spread his legs apart a bit more. He moved his mouth off the king's member, licking the underside and scrotum free of melted sugar. His glazed eyes locked on Tyrannus's hole, outside of which there lay a few droplets. The white looked so appealing against his grey skin. Then again...a different kind of white would look so much better…
The tip of his tongue didn't even reach the pinkish flesh, barely grazed the outside, before he was kicked off the bench. He landed facedown, and a searing pain across the middle of his back kept him there.
"You weren't thinking of entering me, were you?" Tyrannus questioned.
"I-I—"
"Do not lie to me, incubus." He lowered himself to straddle Tetsuda's hips.
He swallowed. "I...yes. In all truth, yes."
"I see." He smirked for a brief moment, bitterly, then ran his claws down Tetsuda's back, from the nape of his neck to the small of his back. Pain seared across his skin, yet Tyrannus's low chuckle brought tingles into the mix as well. "What do you expect me to do to you, Tetsuda? I'd love to hear…"
"I...a...a whipping…?"
"Mmm, that does sound rather appealing. Or maybe a stretch on the rack? That could be fun, too. The screams it elicits are always so grand…" He stood up from the incubus and licked his blood-flecked claws. "But, in this case, unwarranted."
Tetsuda turned—halfway, though, lest he irritate his injuries. "What?"
"You heard me. You desired something out of your place, wanting to fuck me, but I see truth as a greater value than that. Had you lied, your blood would be splattered across my floor. Which you would then have to clean—with your mouth. And though your kind is beautiful, tasting your own fluids is...undesirable when they don't come from your penis. I know. I've seen."
"I don't doubt you, Lord Tyrannus," he said.
"A wise decision."