The transportation was instantaneous, one second in the demon realm and the next in the human one. He wound up in a forest clearing, brick buildings visible in the distance.

Tyrannus leaned against a tree a few feet away, his appearance completely changed but still undeniably beautiful. His skin was pale and flawless, his features sharp and masculine, his eyes hard and icy. His greyish-blonde hair, tied away from his face in small braids on the sides and a long one in the back, stretched just above his waist. His clothing was dark and fit his body perfectly, perfectly enough to titillate Tetsuda's insides.

"If you're excited over me, you should look at yourself. I don't think any measly human could resist you." He opened his hand up, and energy similar to the portal's, albeit clear, popped up in front of it. Tetsuda stepped forward to look at himself.

He resembled his human self, but something about him looked...better. More attractive. His hair was thick and soft, and his eyes were gentle and seductive. Though clothing—itchy, disgusting clothing—covered his frame, he could tell it was brawnier and more solid than it had been in the past.

"Well? What do you think?"

"I'd fuck myself," he said.

Chuckling softly, Tyrannus closed his hand, and the "mirror" disappeared. "Wonderful. That is your new 'human' form, which you assume naturally when coming here. Since you're an incubus, you're beautiful." He stood upright and knocked on the tree he'd previously leaned upon. "That is your portal. Knock twice and say 'Iyan,' and it will open the portal. By human hours, it is about five in the afternoon. Approaching nightfall. You've until the same time on the morrow to return here."

"What is it you want me to do while I'm here, then?"

"Ah, I'm glad you've asked. There is a hierarchy of replenishers. I'll give you over to the head incubus when we return, but first you must prove yourself. You'll usually get a quota to fill within one week's span, though you're a bit...special, due to your relationship with me. All I need you to do right now is turn one person. Man, woman—preferably not a child, unless they're in their teen years. Otherwise, it doesn't matter. Use your skills, my little incubus." He reached out his arm and placed his hand to Tetsuda's cheek. "Bring home something nice for me and I'll reward you."

Something akin to a blush spread across his cheeks. "Yes, my lord," he whispered.

"Good, good." He knocked twice on the tree, said, "Iyan," and was gone.


Prior to being thrown semi-unwillingly into religious life, Tetsuda had navigated the entertainment district of his city like a cat in the night—fluid and instinctual. As far as he could tell, it was the same in this city, too. Taverns lined the streets, full of patrons that laughed and imbibed without a care in the world. Cleverly disguised were the brothels, often surrounded on either side by taverns and bars, outside of which there lingered a couple women in scanty clothing.

Never in his life had he found them attractive, but at this moment in time, seeing well-supported breasts and tightly-hugged figures made him feel something similar to pleasure. Not nearly as much if he'd see a man in the same fashion, of course, but still enough to notice. Maybe it'd be easier to just fuck one of the whores? That was their purpose, after all. Then again...would Tyrannus be impressed enough by that? It seemed like a cop-out, fucking someone whose occupation entailed being fucked. He was an incubus—a seducer.

So he slipped into one of the quieter taverns and seated himself at the counter. The barkeep set a glass down in front of him, and he ordered a generic shot of whiskey. As the liquid poured, he widened his eyes. He didn't have any money.

As he shifted in his stool, something jingled. He reached into his jacket pocket and withdrew a few coins, which he used to pay. Was that Tyrannus's doing?

He sipped from the glass, his eyes drifting about the place until they landed on a man seated a few feet away. He was a cute little thing, probably just past eighteen and still innocent to the world. Part of him felt guilt at the thought of leading him to death, but the thought of leading him to bed was so much more enticing…

"Give me what he has," Tetsuda said, pointing to the bubbly concoction near the boy.

The drink sat before him a moment or two later, and Tetsuda rose from his seat. The boy had his back to the incubus, who reached around him to set the drink down. The human looked at his arm, then turned his head to meet Tetsuda's warm gaze.

"Courtesy of me," he murmured.

"Oh...y-you didn't need to…" His face was that of a juvenile, eyes bright and features soft, and a light blush occupied his cheeks.

"Isn't it good for the character to give to those in need?"

"I'm not...in need, really…"

"Oh, but you are in need. Need of company, that is. Someone as lovely as you doesn't deserve as cold a companion as loneliness." He seated himself beside the boy. "Would you let me?"

Innocence twinkled in his eyes, but now a thick glaze covered his dark orbs. "Ah...n-no...p-please, take a seat…"

"I already have, love," he chuckled.

"O-Oh...so you have…"

"Here." He picked up the glass and held it to the boy's lips. "Drink."

Almost too hurriedly, he took the glass in his own hand and drank. Clearing his throat, he said, "Thank you, uh…"

"Tetsuda," he replied. "You?"

"Rin," he said.

"Such a cute name. Fitting for someone so adorable…" He leaned against the bartop, tapping his black-nailed fingers across the wood. All of this came so naturally. It was almost...no...it was fun. "Why don't we get better acquainted, hmm?" he asked, his nails stroking Rin's cheek. "But...not here. It's so dreadfully public."

"Y-Yes, it is. I don't live very far from here."

Tetsuda smiled. "Show me the way, little one."


"Te...Tetsuda…ah...!"

As well as he'd maintained his alluring demeanor before, Tetsuda found it increasingly difficult to rein in his pleasure-wracked insides. Rin was virgin, pure, innocent—all of his reactions were loud, strong, and cute. His skin radiated heat, and his adorably pink hole pulsed each time Tetsuda moved within him.

The boy had his arms wound around Tetsuda's neck, his legs straddling Tetsuda's hips as he bounced up and down. The demon's hands rested beneath his supple bottom, squeezing the soft flesh and undoubtedly leaving scratches. Would they last into his demonic days, he wondered? No, he'd become an incubus after he died—they were incapable of gaining blemishes. Still...it'd be fun to see his work immortalized on Rin's body. The rest of him sported marks anyway.

"You've already released so much," Tetsuda murmured, running his tongue across Rin's chest. "I'm surprised you're still this hard…"

"It...it feels so wonderful…!"

"I know. It's wonderful for me, too." Keeping the boy planted, his entire length within Rin's bottom, Tetsuda positioned him onto his back and spread his legs apart as far as they would go, then just a tad further. "And I'll make you feel wonderful all night long."


And, oh, he did.

They'd begun their adventure into ecstasy at seven at night, and they hadn't ceased until four in the morning. Even if he'd wanted to, Tetsuda couldn't bring himself to stop. Wracking that little boy's body until his throat gave out...Lord, it felt wonderful. If being dominated by someone like Tyrannus was excellent, then dominating someone like Rin was exquisite.

He sat up against the headboard of Rin's bed, holding the sleeping boy in his lap. The noon sun stood over the cityscape, and light dripped past the curtains and into the room. If he wasn't a slave himself, perhaps Tetsuda would have been allowed to keep the boy for himself. He was so cute…

And his incubus form would undoubtedly be cuter.

Gently he shook Rin's body, and even more gently the boy stirred. He pinched his eyes shut not a moment later, a grimace upon his visage.

"Good morning, little one," Tetsuda murmured, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "How are you feeling?"

"Sore…" he rasped.

"Yes, that's to be expected." His fingers trailed through Rin's dark tresses. "I could adore you for all eternity, you know. So beautiful and pure...just like a little flower." He kissed his temple again, then separated himself from Rin and stood. "Regrettably, I must leave you."

"Will you come back?"

Tetsuda slipped his clothes back on. "Don't worry. We'll meet again soon. I promise."