Date: Sat, 26 Feb 2011 19:47:26 -0800 (PST)
From: John Jacobs <steedbred@ymail.com>
Subject: Demon's Mate - Chapter 1

This story is intended for adults only.  It involves sex between males of
differing species.

Demon's Mate 1

	I stood in front of the forge which sat at the very southern edge
of the central square, last of the public buildings before the rows of
houses that formed like rings all the way to the high stone wall that
protected the village.  All the poultry, pigs and livestock that normally
grazed the pasture at the center of the square had fled at the sound of our
approaching wardens.  The entire village was out, even the farmers beyond
the wall had rushed into the heart of the village.  Now they stood like
cattle, trampling the grass beneath their feet, awaiting the words of our
wardens.
	Far back from the group I leaned against the warm stone wall to
hear the message, Glin waiting at my side.  All eyes were focused on the
dais which had been erected on the northern edge of the square.  Glin's
gaze swiveled between the milling crowd, the group of wardens and up to my
impassive face.
	"What is it, Gram?  Why do you think they're here now?"  He was a
smart lad but sometimes the most obvious things eluded him.
	"They're here to speak of the battle and the clan leader's
successor," I told him.  The battle and the leader's death at the hands of
their enemies had been the talk of the town.
	"They are so fearsome to see," Glin said with a little shiver.  I
nodded in agreement and put my arm over his shoulder.
	Glin was the smith's son and my place in the forge should have been
his but he was too slight.  Even at twenty years he appeared more a boy and
could not handle the hammer or metal rods.  I was two years his junior yet
built much bigger.  I had shared his bed since beginning my apprenticeship
with his father at the age of ten.  He'd become my lover two years later
and a night didn't go by without me shooting my seed into his warm mouth or
tight ass.  Now apprenticed to the healer he continued to live at home so
that we could spend our nights together.
	At eighteen I was taller than any man in the village and could
handle the tools of my trade with more ease than Glin's father.  Watching
the milling village folk he tucked himself into my side and we waited.
Staying under the shadow of the eaves to hide my distinguishing hair was
like second-nature as we waited.
	It'd been a little over an hour since the whole village had heard
the approach of the wardens.  First came the baying of their hounds echoing
through the valley, then the thunder of their steeds' hooves as they raced
up the Old Road.  People lined the streets to watch them come, giving the
village the air of a festival-day.
	The pack of hounds raced into the village first, baying and
snapping.  Mighty animals, they ground to a halt in the pasture –
sniffing and searching out the scents of the now absent livestock.  Black
as sin and larger than any canine, we simple humans stayed clear of them
until their masters arrived.  Mounted on their giant steeds, also black and
larger than any mere horse, the wardens entered the village.
	They were a sight to behold.  Demons of the Urkhu clan, the wardens
guarded and protected our country.  They were all massive warriors, each
with long black manes of hair.  They wore no clothing except a sort of wrap
around their hips that covered their sex.  Mighty tails whipped behind them
and short horns grew from their foreheads.  Each had a sword strapped into
a sheath on their broad backs.  Bow, arrows, javelin and daggers were close
to hand, attached to their saddles.
	Like their black hair each demon had coppery brown skin which
looked like hide but was almost luminous in the mid-morning sun.  Heavily
muscled and taller than any man they were indeed a fearsome sight, though
we did not fear them.
	The Urkhu clan had watched over their human charges for more
generations than anyone knew.  We all considered ourselves lucky to live in
their country and paid them our tithes in honor.  Human refugees from other
countries, who were lucky enough to make it to our borders alive, had such
tales of misery and brutality from living under the rule of other demon
clans that we counted ourselves blessed.  Stories of human sacrifice,
ritual murder, keeping humans as cattle to be eaten and even genocide came
to us frequently.  Especially since our village was relatively close to the
border.
	My own mother had been a refugee from some country far to the
north.  She died once she had me to safety.  I did not remember her because
I was only a babe but I'd been raised on stories of her bravery and
sacrifice.  They said that she was beautiful and fair with golden hair like
mine.  It set me apart from the other people in this country where the
coloring tended to vary between dark and a soft brown, though none had skin
as dark as the demons.
	We watched them now, Glin and I, as the beasts and demons settled
behind and to the sides of the raised platform.  Everyone knew that each
Urkhu demon had a hound and a steed, it had always been their way.  The
villagers waited and the new clan leader took to the stage.  He was
magnificent in motion with a steady grace that could not go unnoticed.
Great bands of muscle rippled across his chest, abdomen and flanks.  His
arms and shoulders were mighty, his thighs massive beneath his slim hips.
Below the knee there was an extra joint and hooves where feet should have
been.  Except for the horns, tail and hooves he would seem a man.
	"My people," he began in a booming deep voice.  "Our borders have
been secured once more.  We have decimated the Arkehni warriors who
threatened us."  A great cheer went up among the people but my heart and
breath had all but frozen upon hearing him.  It was like the ghost of a
memory, familiar and haunting, yet intimate to make all the muscles in my
nether parts seize and throb.  My cock grew painfully hard in my loose
breech-clout, all that I wore while working near the forge.
	"Yet our safety comes at a terrible price," he continued once the
crowd quieted.  "We have lost our beloved Urkhu-kai.  He is gone to the
great warrior fields beyond."  The hounds sent up a chorus of mournful
howls at the words.  "With his passing he named me as the next leader of
our clan," the demons and then the humans began clapping, stomping their
feet and yelling.  The sounds echoed off the stone walls of the public
buildings and rebounded through the village.  His voice alone echoed
through my head and the throbbing in my cock and through my guts
intensified.
	"As my wards, I vow to you that we will guard this land and the
people in it with our lives..."  The wind shifted and the breeze played
through my hair and over my bare thighs like a caress, though it could not
distract my gaze from the demon.  "With the blood of our clan and...," his
nostrils flared and he raised his head to scent the air, abruptly leaving
off his words.
	One of the steeds whinnied, its hooves thudding against the ground.
At the same time one of the hounds growled then howled as if on the hunt.
The crowd of villagers parted like the tall wheat before the wind and the
hound ran through the opening they created.  Too late I realized it was
running towards Glin and I, it was almost upon us before my mind could make
sense of what was happening.  We stood as if frozen as the hound slowed and
walked right to us.
	His massive head butted up against my abdomen and he looked up at
me with fiery red eyes.  A low growl escaped his throat and he sniffed
along the length of my hard cock and dug his long snout into the crease
between my thigh and my cloth-covered balls.  He pressed in further until I
was forced to spread my legs and I felt him sniffing at the start of the
crease to my ass.  I placed my hand down onto his broad head and the rough
fur prickled against my palm.  A feeling like the air before a summer storm
passed between us, intangible yet heavy.
	"Ballon likes the scent of you, little one."  Even before I glanced
up I knew it was the demon, the new clan leader.  His eyes were black as
night and entranced me.  I'd never been so close to a demon, even the
nearby garrison of wardens stayed out of the village.  His smell of musk
and earth enveloped me.  "What is your name?"  This close his voice felt
like a physical touch.
	"Gram," the word tumbled off my lips without thought.  Glin
whimpered beside me and tucked his face into my side.  Instinctively I
tightened my arm around him.
	"And the boy?" he asked in a deceptively calm whisper.
	"My lover, Glin."  I gave no thought to my automatic response.  In
a move too quick to comprehend the demon grabbed Glin by his throat and
ripped him away from me.  Glin cried out for me and began sobbing as the
demon held him high above the ground.
	"What are you doing?  Put him down," I cried as I lunged forward
and pulled on the demon's forearm.  Despite my strength he was immovable.
It seemed impossible that I couldn't bend his flesh to my will.  I was the
strongest man in the village.  The muscles in my arms and shoulders bulged
but had no effect.
	The demon leaned forward and carefully smelled the terrified Glin
as the hound growled ominously beside us.  "You are mine," he said in a
voice that made my blood run cold though he never took his eyes off the
trembling youth.  I knew he was talking to me.  He flung Glin away and he
landed in a heap by the entrance to the forge.  Glin fled into the shadowed
entrance.  I turned back to the demon and with a start realized that a
giant steed now stood on my other side.
	Trapped between the stone wall of the forge, the demon, the hound
and the steed I watched him and waited for him to strike.  Instead he
smiled at me, showing off straight white teeth.  I'd expected fangs and
found myself smiling back.  "He's lucky he's never taken you or I'd have
had to kill him."
	Despite all that had just happened my cock still pulsed in time
with my heart and desire raced through my veins, making my head swim.
"Why?"  I couldn't seem to censor myself before him.  Looking up into his
unreadable eyes I felt no fear.
	"He did not have my permission.  You are my mate, little human.
You have been so since the beginning of time.  No being alive may take what
is mine, I will protect you with my life."
	"I don't understand...," his scent and voice, the nearness of his
body wouldn't allow my mind to function.
	"You will.  Now I will take you to the clan elders and claim you.
It's been generations since one of us found a human mate."  He proclaimed
his intentions and with amazing ease hoisted me over his shoulder and
mounted the steed.  He shifted me as he settled, cradling me in his arms he
leaned forward and took the reins.  Only I and the steed could hear him as
he said, "Fly, Buson, we have a mate to claim."
	The steed sprang to life and raced through the lane and we were
passing through the old gate through the stone wall.  The hound I saw was
right beside us, loping along.  The lands passed by us in a blur as it
seemed that the steed was truly flying.  In what seemed seconds we were
beyond the farmlands and passing into the forest path.
	"Where are we going?" I yelled over the galloping hooves.
	"We are going to the city of Narthana, beauty.  Now quiet yourself,
I must concentrate."  He began to murmur in some strange language, words I
could not understand.  At least the few words I heard over the hooves of
his steed hitting the ground sounded musical and sharp, alien.  After a few
minutes there was a popping sound followed by a sudden pressure at my
temples.  Just when I thought it would kill me it ceased and I glanced
around to see a high wall of white stone looming over us.  It was higher
than any tree and yet I could make out towers of white stone behind the
wall that were even taller.
	We passed through a gate and then the steed's hooves were ringing
out over cobblestone streets as we raced through a vast village.
Overwhelmed I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around the demons warm
body.  "I have you, Gram.  We are almost to the council chambers."
	The cadence of the steed's hooves changed, slowed, and the
resounding click of his hooves told me we had entered a vast space with
flagstones set into the floor.  Coming to a halt the demon slid off the
steed, still holding me in his arms.  I opened my eyes and had only a
moment to marvel at the amazing frescoes painted on the walls and ceiling
of the grand room.  They depicted scenes of battle between the Urkhu,
always with the demon and his steed and hound, fighting a multitude of
fierce creatures I could never have imagined.
	"Council Elders," the demon spoke and I followed the direction of
his gaze to a high table which seated a number of old demons.  I'd never
seen an old demon but their white hair, wrinkles and falling flesh gave
clear indication of their vast age.  "I have come to present my mate and
claim him before you."
	"It has been a very long time since one of our kind found a human
as a mate," one of them replied.  "I sense the bond yet to be formed.  Do
you know how to claim him, my Lord?"
	"I do not," the demon replied and took my hand in his.  "Do any of
the council members have the knowledge I seek?  The mating urge is strong
upon me, breaking my will.  I would know now."  My demon's voice rang with
authority and I squeezed his large hand more tightly in mine.  Perhaps in
answer his tail came forward and flicked at my back in a soothing gesture.
	"You must ask him," another of the old demons spoke.  "If he
accepts you, then you must take him by right.  He will die but through your
seed he will be marked and reborn as your mate."
	My demon turned to me, panting now as he hadn't been before.  "Will
you accept your role as my mate?"  He asked with urgency.
	"I-I don't know... yes?  But what does he mean I will die?"  The
entire situation was beyond my understanding but my blood thrummed through
my veins for him.  My very being seemed drawn to him as lead will draw to
lead in the forge.
	He turned to the old demons, "He said yes."  My demon unfastened
the wrap around his hips and let it fall.  Turning to me I took in his
massive balls, big as melons, and his cock.  It seemed short but as it
began to arouse I saw that it was actually dropping from inside his body.
It grew quickly as he ripped away the rags I was wearing, his hand strong
on my arm.  His cock was awe-inspiring.  It was longer than my forearm and
wider than my wrist; the head, bigger than my fist.
	"I'm sorry, my little mate, so sorry."  I ripped my eyes from his
cock and met his dark eyes.  I hadn't yet grasped what was coming to pass
and he saw this.  "I wish this first time did not have to hurt.  I vow to
you that you will survive this and we will be together.  On my life."
	"Wait," I protested.  I tried to free myself from his hand but he
only pulled me closer.  With his incredible strength he spun me around
before him.  With one hand on the back of my neck and the other on my hip
he bent me forward.  I was powerless to do anything, couldn't even
struggle.  The hound and steed watched.  I had a second to notice their
cocks had descended and both were hard before I felt the heat of the
demon's cock at my ass.
	"Wait, please," I tried again.  With a savage thrust he forced his
cock into my untried passage.  A wild cry of terror and pain broke free of
me.  He pushed more in and my scream built.  With a great wrench inside my
body something tore loose.  I tried to pull in more air but it wouldn't
come.  I opened my eyes and between my feet I saw a puddle of blood, my
blood.  Gray spots danced at the edge of my vision.  He gave me the final
push and I knew he was completely within me.
	I closed my eyes and fell into a seething abyss of burning pain.