Amara and Rath's Tale
This story is rated for Readers Over 16 for sexual situations and violence
As time passed, the village began to rely on Rathamaru to protect them. Any time he heard the alarm bell, he would go running, grabbing me first to carry me to safety in the village council house. Then he drew his sword, flames licking it hungrily, as if waiting for a feast of blood. Since he arrived, there had been no more deaths, at least in the village. Going to a neighboring village or out to the fields was still dangerous and a couple of people had been lost, but the village itself was safe. And the attacks were getting fewer and fewer. I guess the word had gotten out among the demons that Rathamaru was protecting it.
The villagers reciprocated by building me a larger house, with a separate bedroom and a front porch. There was even a wooden floor! Small windows with shutters and a large hearth in the main room had been added. They picked my corn for me and gave me vegetables and butter. The women sewed new dresses for me and gave me ribbons for my hair. After Rathamaru saved the elder's daughter, his wife gave me a family heirloom. I didn't want to take it but she insisted. It was beautiful intricately carved wooden brush and mirror.
That very evening, I sat Rathamaru on the porch and knelt next to him, brushing his waist length hair with my new brush. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling on the brush. I wondered what the villagers thought of my relationship with him. If they had seen him stroking himself each afternoon, or if there were criticism or gossip, but I never heard anything about it.
We had gotten into a pretty good routine, waking early each morning, eating breakfast - well, more accurately, I ate while he watched. I had never seen him eat a thing. Once I asked what he ate and he told me that he ate game from the forest - raw game. I made him promise that he would never eat a human and again I got that insulted look, but he solemnly promised me.
Every day I puttered around my garden or took walks in the woods. With Rath at my side, I could safely walk the woods. I found wild flowers and dug them up, careful replanting them around my house.
But every afternoon, without fail, Rath would come to me, hunger burning in his eyes. I would stop whatever I was doing and go with him to the lake, to almost the exact spot that I first sat with him. I would plop down with no grace whatsoever and he would kneel, sometimes taking me in his arms for a passionate kiss. At least, passionate for his part. I let him only because I felt so sorry for him.
Then he would lie semi-curled on his side, always facing me. He needed to see me when he sexed himself.
He would part his cream-colored silks and pull his penis out. It was never limp, always already partial aroused. He would stroke the tip, his eyes closing and a small gasp escaping his lips. Then his hands would reach into the silks again and pull his balls out and begin to massage them, his gasps becoming soft moans. His other hand would work his shaft, up and down, faster and faster until his entire body stiffen and he cried out as he released the silken strands of white fluid. He jerked spasmodically a couple of times, releasing a little more fluid each time, then went totally limp, legs open in display. It was the only time that Rath did not look graceful.
After a couple of weeks, I began to feel sorry for him. It must have been terrible to need someone so badly and not be able to quench the desire within that person, but to be forced to use your own hands. The next day when he started his ritual, I pulled his head into my lap and he looked at me with gratitude. He pressed into my flat stomach and his moans were muffled there. But when he reached his pinnacle, he moved off of me so he would not hurt me with his spasms.
And our tiny village began to grow, as people heard about the protecting demon we had. As more and more people came to live in the village, they spread out and their homes were farther and farther apart. Rathamaru could no longer protect them. He was just one demon. The demons seemed to be keeping an eye on him, because when he was to the south, they would attack the north. Death became part of our lives again. And I was going to do something about it.
We were sitting on the porch, watching the sunset, when I broached the subject.
"Are there many more demons like you, Rath?" I had long ago shortened his name. I don't think he liked it, but, as usual, he said nothing.
"Fire demons? No, My Lady, not very many," came his reply.
"How about high demons?"
"Yes, there are quite a few."
"How can we entice a high demon to the village?"
He looked at me, puzzled by my question, "Why would you want to bring a high demon here?"
"So that I can bind him like I did you."
"Bind?"
I told him about the golden strands that came from me and attached themselves to him that first night. He had been bound to me by those strands. I always felt him, knowing where he was, and I knew that he felt the same. He nodded, his face pensive.
"Do you think you can bind another demon like you did me?" he asked.
"I am certainly willing to try. You can no longer protect the village now that it has grown. We need a second demon to help you protect the village."
He sighed, not sure of my power, but unable to evade my question. "Then I would suggest binding Kala."
"Kala? Who is Kala?"
"He is the leader of the wolf pack that lives in this area. If you bind him, you will not only have him to protect the village, but his wolves and wolf demons."
Wolves! I never realized that there was a demon leading them. They were always in the forest, waiting for some unsuspecting person to walk into their realm. "What do wolf demons look like?"
"Like men - they are high demons, but not so high as me." He said it with no conceit, just telling the truth. "They can speak the language of the wolves and can run just as fast and are very strong, as strong as any demon you might find. They wear leather and have deadly claws and teeth."
"Alright! Let's do it! How shall we bring him to the village?"
"No, not to the village. He will bring his pack and they will slaughter everyone. I will build a cage and begin to trap wolves. When we have enough of them, he will come to rescue his wolves. Then, while I fend off his pack, you bind him."
It was a very risky plan and even I could sense that. But if it worked, it would solve all of our problems. I nodded my assent and Rath said nothing, only stared out into the night. I knew that he was hoping that I would see the folly of it and decide not to go ahead. But I was ten and miracles not only could happen, they already had.