Amara and Rath's Tale
This story is rated for Readers Over 16 for sexual situations and violence
The demons quickly adjusted to each other, probably because they were not only bound to me, but to each other. Kala brought in his wolves and wolf demons, and they found a small cave about a half-mile from our house, on the other side of the lake. It became their den. And it seemed like every day more wolves were arriving. Within two weeks, about two dozen wolf demons and about 100 wolves were living near the den.
The village got used to the wolves quickly, possibly because Rath had paved the way. Soon the wolves were accompanying the villagers when they went to the fields. The people were once more safe.
That first night with Kala had been awkward, since both demons wanted to sleep next to me. Realizing that I was going to have to manage them both, I ordered them both to wait in the living area while I got ready for bed. After putting on my long nightgown, I climbed into the large bed, suddenly realizing that it was not as large as I had thought. I settled in the middle of the bed and called them in. Rath, as always, carefully took off his silks and hung them on pegs that had been fastened to the wall for that very purpose. When he was naked, he slipped under the covers on my left side, the door side, where he usually slept. Kala undressed haphazardly and left his clothes on the floor where they fell. He got in on the right side. I usually slept on Rath's shoulder, but I didn't want Kala to feel less important, so I lay there rigid, not certain what to do.
Kala broke the uncomfortable silence by asking how I usually slept. I told him and he said to sleep as usual. I turned on my side and pillowed my head on Rath's strong shoulder. Kala moved behind me, ranging his body against mine, like a pair of spoons. I could felt his penis against me and it was not limp, but it wasn't raging either. I guessed that I could sleep with him pressed against me like that and, if Rathamaru didn't mind, then I wouldn't either. For all I knew, Rathamaru had a partial erection also, but since I never pressed against him so I had never felt anything.
So I slept, buried in their warmth and feeling unbelievably safe. Nothing could harm me with my two guardians protecting me!
Kala's arrival didn't really change our routine very much. He spent a lot of time with his wolves, hunting with them, just being with them. He had wildness about him that Rath did not. He seemed more like a demon to me. The only difference in our routine was that every morning, about midmorning, Kala would return to me to satisfy his need just as Rath did every afternoon.
Every so often I would run into the wolf demons. They stayed by their den and hunted in the forests, but never came to the village and did not help with the protection. Kala did not say anything but I could tell that he was worried. What if they challenged his leadership? What would happen then?
One day I was with Rath when I ran into a female wolf demon. She was slender, but muscular with long dark hair braided down her back and messy uneven bangs around her face. Her golden eyes looked at me with unfettered hatred. I cringed and Rath immediately put himself between us, glaring at her. She looked up at him and quickly moved away.
"Why does she hate me?"
Rath shrugged as if he didn't know, but I think he did. But for some reason he didn't want to tell me his thoughts. I could have commanded them, but I vowed never to do that. They had so little privacy with me, so little freedom, that I felt at least their thoughts should be theirs alone.
The next morning, Kala and I were sitting by the lake, nearer the trees instead of the edge. This had become Kala's spot. His head was in my lap and he was working himself.
"Kala?" I called his attention. He moaned at the interruption, but looked up, his eyes pinpoints of desire. "I met a female wolf demon yesterday. Who is she?" I went on to describe her.
"Gracelea," he answered, his hands returning to their task.
"Kala, stop!" I commanded and he groaned, removing his hands and lying there miserably, "She hates me. Why?"
"She is not important. She was my mate, but that was before you." Then he sat up, a worried look on his face, "I have not touched her and never will. I am faithful to you!"
"Your mate! You mean you are married to her? Like a wife?" What had I done? It never occurred to me that Kala was married - or mated. No wonder she hated me! I stood up and started to leave, but Kala grabbed me around my knees.
"Please, please, don't leave me!" he sobbed, his need overwhelming, "If you leave me, I will die! She means nothing to me! I swear it! Please."
I sat back down and he wrapped his arms around my waist and thanked me over and over. What had I done? After a few minutes, after making sure that I would not leave him again, he released me and continued arousing himself. After he finished, he lay there, half asleep, and I got up. I needed to talk to Rath.
By the time I got to the house, I was crying, tears running unhindered down my face. Rath was sitting on the edge of the porch and I ran to him, burying my head on his shoulder, sobbing. Rath held me tightly, stroking my hair, trying to soothe me. Finally, I stopped crying and raised my head, my face that of a red-eyed, tear-streaked child. He gently brushed away my tears.
"What happened? Why are you crying?" He asked, his voice full of concern.
"Rath," I began and his eyes narrowed, "That she-wolf we saw yesterday. She is Kala's wife."
"Wife? You mean mate? She does not matter anymore. Don't worry - Kala is yours."
Not again! I was not jealous! I was appalled! Why couldn't they understand? Rath was looking at me, his face gentle and full of --- full of - what was on his face? I was afraid to voice what I thought the emotion was - but he did it for me. He gently kissed away my tears, then reached and kissed me - a soft brush of lips, but I could feel his raw emotion.
"Don't be sad. It breaks my heart. I love you so much." He murmured and pressed his lips to mine again.
There it was! The emotion that I had seen on his face. Love! I pushed away and stood up, suddenly terrified, but not of him, of me, of my power! Somehow having them sexually bound me wasn't half as bad as having them emotionally bound to me. How could my power make them fall in love with me? This was terrible! Kala had stopped loving his own mate to grovel at my feet and Rath - what had Rath given up? Fresh tears ran down my face and Rath started to go to me but I held out a hand, stopping him.
"Are you mated also?" I asked.
"No, fire demons do not mate."
"Over the mountains, what are you?"
"I don't understand the question." He said, his face distraught, not understanding why I was crying and why I was not letting him comfort me.
"Are you a lord or a prince, or something?"
"No. I am just a high demon. A fire demon. There is nothing over the mountains that I have left behind."
Kala came up just then, and when he saw my tears, rushed to me. "What is wrong?"
Rath answered for me, "She is worried about your mate."
"No!!!" I shouted at them, "I am not worried about her. I am worried about me - about what I did to you. To both of you. I changed your lives and enslaved you to me, thinking only of myself, and nothing for what I was doing to you."
I collapsed in a heap on the ground, "I am so sorry. I am so very sorry."