Incubus Part 4
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Klaus had briefed Dorian thoroughly on what his behaviour needed to be while they were in the company of Dark Elves, making it very clear that he had to seem every bit as dangerous as he was, instead of trying to distract people from his competence. Now he had to rely on Dorian’s ability, and hope he could carry it off. Klaus shivered in shock as Dorian took hold of his tail, wrapping it around his wrist to use as a leash. That would work very well he thought, as he led Dorian into the club, carefully not looking at him directly. For once he didn’t protest that Dorian’s free hand wandered over his body, sliding beneath his wrap and along the waistband of his trousers.
“We need to register some status changes.” Klaus lowered his eyes in submission to Drt’anic, the Juvenile Dragon at the Records and Contracts counter. Dorian was acting as arrogantly as he knew how, ignoring the Dragon in favour of petting Klaus, making it clear that Drt’anic was nothing more than a functionary to him, which was reasonable, Klaus knew that even untrained Dorian gave off the power signature of a Dark Elf Magus Major, and Juvenile Dragons were about equal to second level Incubi in power.
“Come then. Is this the ‘Eroica’ who’s been Hunting you?” Drt’anic was a friend of Klaus’, he’d helped pick up the pieces after the first time Klaus had been raped, so when he needed to talk he was the one Klaus went to, and Drt’anic had interpreted Eroica’s stalking through his own cultural matrix.
“That is one of his names, I am not sure if it is the name he wishes to register under.” Klaus followed his friend, and Dorian followed him, into the Registry. For the most part it was a normal room, but one wall was an ever-changing pattern of coloured energy, it looked a bit like one of those fancy fractal diagrams mathematicians were playing with.
“What status changes do you need to register, other than the obvious existence of an Incubus-wakened Dark Elf Magus Major?” Drt’anic seemed torn between addressing himself to Dorian, or to Klaus, and so he settled for addressing neither and both. Dorian reluctantly released Klaus, and stepped back, letting Klaus do the talking, as they couldn’t hide the truth of their relationship from Drt’anic - and he was glad Drt’anic was on duty now, or their act wouldn’t have a chance in hell of working, but it had been a good gamble as Drt’anic’s shift tended to be eight in the evening to four in the morning.
“I’m a first level Incubus now, and Dorian is my mate.” At Drt’anic’s look of shock Klaus felt compelled to explain himself a bit further. “Did you really think I’d risk Wakening him without some way to stay safe?”
“You force-bonded him before you’d agree to have sex with him?”
“No, the same sorcerer who gave me this little power boost,” and he waved a hand through a chair to demonstrate, “also force-bonded him to me, he thought it would help him control me. I killed him after he’d done the ritual, but it was too late to do anything but consummate the mating.”
“I see, can I take it you want the particulars kept quiet, and plan to let people assume you are his mate?”
“Yes, if they find out the truth I won’t deny it, but I won’t announce it.” Klaus deliberately looked directly in Drt’anic’s eyes, it was something he rarely did because that was seen as a challenge and he didn’t have the power to back a full challenge up, but for this he’d risk it. And Drt’anic gave in first, looking away from Klaus.
“So where do you want him marked? And what name should I register your mate under?”
“Eroica can decide what his registered name should be, and we agreed that he should wear my mark at the base of his spine. Dorian, Drt’anic will do your tattoo, but you’ll need to take your trousers off.”
“I’d like to register under Eroica, might as well since apparently Klaus has been talking about me under that name.” Dorian pulled his boots and trousers off as he spoke. “I can leave my underpants on, can’t I?”
“Yes, you can leave your underpants on, they’re low cut enough not to interfere with the tattoo. And I don’t think Klaus has mentioned you to anyone but me.” There was laughter in Drt’anic’s voice, as he defended Klaus to Dorian. “Now lie down on the table, face down.” Dorian was looking around the room almost warily, he obviously knew what getting a modern human tattoo involved, and he’d noticed that there wasn’t any of the appropriate equipment there.
“There’s a reason Juvenile or Adult Dragons run the Registries, Dorian. He’ll paint the design onto your back, and then he’ll let the ink dry. Once the ink dries the painful part starts. He’ll put a hand over the tattoo, and sort of burn it into your skin.” Klaus’ explanation finally got Dorian to move, reluctantly.
“Sounds painful. Can you distract me?”
“Only the final part hurts, I’m told it only hurts for a few moments, but it was Incubi who told me that, and it might be different for Dark Elves. Worst case, you can fuck me, and that will heal you. There’s rooms available for that just off here.” Klaus nodded to the second door from the room.
“Why don’t you tell me about the terms you’ve been using anyway?”
“What do you want to hear about first then?” Klaus perched on the edge of the table Dorian was lying on. It was a very sexual posture, and something about sitting like that brought home to him just how differently he behaved around other non-humans compared to the way he acted around humans.
“You told...Drt’anic that I’d been ‘Hunting’ you?” Dorian sounded so unsure now, Klaus wasn’t quite sure why, but he almost liked it.
“No, I told him that you seemed to turn up on more missions than chance could account for. He interpreted that as a Dragon courtship ritual, called Hunting. The, I suppose more aggressive, partner effectively stalks his intended, it ends up in a fight, and the winner gets to define what the relationship will be from then on, and for how long. If the more aggressive partner loses, and no terms for a relationship are set then he is free to continue the Hunt.”
“You mean that one Dragon can stalk another, and the stalkee can’t make it stop?”
“Not exactly. A Dragon can Hunt anyone, but if he is defeated he is bound by his power to accept whatever terms the victor sets out. So if a Dragon is defeated by the one he is Hunting and the terms set are a one-night stand then he has to stop after the one-night stand. If you’d been pure human I might have tried something like that with you after a year or so.”
“Right.” Dorian sounded dazed now. “Drt’anic is a Dragon? And he doesn’t want to Hunt you?”
“Of course not!” Klaus felt vaguely insulted at Drt’anic’s reaction, until he continued. “I’m a Juvenile, I’m not old enough to want sex yet. Mind if I was I probably would want to Hunt Klaus, but it’s been forbidden.”
“Forbidden?”
“I told you, there’s a lot of Dark Elf Magi Major courting me, the local Elder Dragon therefore declared that no Juvenile or Adult Dragons were to Hunt me. And I’m not desirable enough for anything more powerful, they don’t want anything too weak in their beds.”
“Right, now what’s ‘Wakening’ and force-bonded?”
“Wakening is what made you into a Dark Elf, hence Incubus-wakened, although there are other methods used by different races. Force-bonding covers all rituals where the dominant mate is established before the ritual, free-bonding covers the rituals where the dominant mate is established after.” Klaus glanced up when Drt’anic cleared his throat.
“Do you want to check that the marking is correct?”
“Yes.” Klaus reluctantly stood and checked that the line drawing of a tank was correct, nodding his approval. “Dorian, I’ve heard that things hurt less during climax, and it would heal you immediately...” He trailed off, he’d promised to let Dorian be in charge of their sex life, and he was already skating close to the edge.
“Please tell me you are not suggesting that I should be fucking you when he does this.”
“I was thinking more along the lines of my sucking you, it means less mess.” Klaus flushed slightly, letting his gaze fall naturally to the floor. “And it will mean you heal immediately.” He knew that Drt’anic was watching him in shock that he was willing to submit in bed, but he couldn’t quite understand why.
“If it helps about three quarters of the mates I’ve marked were involved in sex for the final stage.” Drt’anic smiled. “Although they were usually being fucked, not blown.” Dorian was blushing deep scarlet by that time.
“All right.” He stood and pulled his thong down around his knees. He was limp, and Klaus made a point of bringing him first to fullness, and then to completion as swiftly as possible. Dorian didn’t even seem to notice when Drt’anic finished marking him. Klaus sat back on his heels, looking up at Dorian and waiting for him to realise.
“Is it done? I didn’t feel anything.”
“Yes, it’s done.” Klaus bit his lip, reviewing just what had happened, the sex should have distracted Dorian from the pain, not blocked it totally. “I think I used a new trick and prevented you from feeling any pain. I’m not sure if I could do it consciously, not at the moment.” Dorian ignored his explanation, other than taking it as permission to get dressed again.
“Is it related to your new level?” Drt’anic had always been fascinated by the way Klaus managed to adapt the normal Incubus powers into weapons.
“No, I don’t think so, just a technique it never occurred to me to use before. Are any of my ‘suitors’ in at the moment do you know?”
“Drethallen will be, he always is on the first three nights after you finish a mission, I haven’t seen him yet tonight, but I have seen Kelansial, Virodakisin and Reloverel. Eroica, what will your insignia be?” Klaus had told Dorian about this requirement, and explained that he did have the option of putting off the decision for a while, but Dorian had decided he didn’t need time to think. Now he produced one of the calling cards he left at his thefts.
“Here, this.” And he pointed to the rose. “Klaus, can you tell me about those people?”
“Drt’anic, I’m taking my mate through to one of the privacy chambers, alright?” Once he’d gotten the Dragon’s approval he led Dorian to a small, well-appointed bedchamber before he spoke. “Those four are all male. I do have some females after me, but more males, partly because I rarely wear female form and females tend not to want to risk bearing an Incubus. Drethallen is the best choice to teach you, he’s one of the most skilled of the Dark Elf Magi Major after me, and his sexual tastes would be least unpleasant to deal with.”
“Least unpleasant?”
“All Dark Elves are into dominance play in bed, and they all *want* to be dominant, although I suppose they can be submissive if they have to for some reason. Drethallen is fascinated by the fact that I know how to fight on a physical level, most Incubi don’t, and our abilities don’t lend themselves to use in combat unless you’re imaginative. So I’d get to do some damage to him, and he doesn’t want to really hurt me, just enough that I’d submit, not during sex itself. The others all want to cut me up while they’re fucking me, or hurt me in other ways. Well Drethallen does want to hurt me, just not physically, he want to make sure I enjoy having sex with him, and that I won’t be able to excuse it with the fact that as an Incubus I can’t *not* enjoy sex if my bedmate does.”
“You’d prefer that to physical damage?” Dorian sounded slightly distant then, as if he was trying to ignore the subject matter.
“I’d heal anyway, but the less physical damage I take the more energy I can keep, instead of using to heal myself. And if I’ve agreed to it then I might as well enjoy it for being pleasant.” Klaus shrugged, he didn’t know how else to explain it. “I don’t object to physical damage as part of sex, but I would rather not lie with someone I didn’t trust, and I trust Drethallen far more than any of my other suitors.”
“So you’re going to wait for him to get in, and make your bargain with him?”
“Unless you object, yes. And you said you thought my lack of shirts was indecent, would you like me to bargain with a Magus Minor for some shirts of your choice, for while you’re mastering kenning?”
“You’ll have to strip for the fitting won’t you? If Elves react so badly to steel. And how did you get the steel studs put in?”
“I had a tailor customise them that way after they’d been kenned. And yes I would have to strip for the fitting.”
"Then please, I'd rather you waited until I've learned how to ken them for you, that is if you don't think it will take too long."
"It's for your satisfaction that I'd bother with shirts, not mine, it will give you motivation to learn. And if you need more just think of being able to shut the stingy-bug up by kenning gold and diamonds for him to sell."
"So, shall we have a drink before this Drethallen arrives?"
~~o()o~~
Klaus had briefed Dorian thoroughly on what his behaviour needed to be while they were in the company of Dark Elves, making it very clear that he had to seem every bit as dangerous as he was, instead of trying to distract people from his competence. Now he had to rely on Dorian’s ability, and hope he could carry it off. Klaus shivered in shock as Dorian took hold of his tail, wrapping it around his wrist to use as a leash. That would work very well he thought, as he led Dorian into the club, carefully not looking at him directly. For once he didn’t protest that Dorian’s free hand wandered over his body, sliding beneath his wrap and along the waistband of his trousers.
“We need to register some status changes.” Klaus lowered his eyes in submission to Drt’anic, the Juvenile Dragon at the Records and Contracts counter. Dorian was acting as arrogantly as he knew how, ignoring the Dragon in favour of petting Klaus, making it clear that Drt’anic was nothing more than a functionary to him, which was reasonable, Klaus knew that even untrained Dorian gave off the power signature of a Dark Elf Magus Major, and Juvenile Dragons were about equal to second level Incubi in power.
“Come then. Is this the ‘Eroica’ who’s been Hunting you?” Drt’anic was a friend of Klaus’, he’d helped pick up the pieces after the first time Klaus had been raped, so when he needed to talk he was the one Klaus went to, and Drt’anic had interpreted Eroica’s stalking through his own cultural matrix.
“That is one of his names, I am not sure if it is the name he wishes to register under.” Klaus followed his friend, and Dorian followed him, into the Registry. For the most part it was a normal room, but one wall was an ever-changing pattern of coloured energy, it looked a bit like one of those fancy fractal diagrams mathematicians were playing with.
“What status changes do you need to register, other than the obvious existence of an Incubus-wakened Dark Elf Magus Major?” Drt’anic seemed torn between addressing himself to Dorian, or to Klaus, and so he settled for addressing neither and both. Dorian reluctantly released Klaus, and stepped back, letting Klaus do the talking, as they couldn’t hide the truth of their relationship from Drt’anic - and he was glad Drt’anic was on duty now, or their act wouldn’t have a chance in hell of working, but it had been a good gamble as Drt’anic’s shift tended to be eight in the evening to four in the morning.
“I’m a first level Incubus now, and Dorian is my mate.” At Drt’anic’s look of shock Klaus felt compelled to explain himself a bit further. “Did you really think I’d risk Wakening him without some way to stay safe?”
“You force-bonded him before you’d agree to have sex with him?”
“No, the same sorcerer who gave me this little power boost,” and he waved a hand through a chair to demonstrate, “also force-bonded him to me, he thought it would help him control me. I killed him after he’d done the ritual, but it was too late to do anything but consummate the mating.”
“I see, can I take it you want the particulars kept quiet, and plan to let people assume you are his mate?”
“Yes, if they find out the truth I won’t deny it, but I won’t announce it.” Klaus deliberately looked directly in Drt’anic’s eyes, it was something he rarely did because that was seen as a challenge and he didn’t have the power to back a full challenge up, but for this he’d risk it. And Drt’anic gave in first, looking away from Klaus.
“So where do you want him marked? And what name should I register your mate under?”
“Eroica can decide what his registered name should be, and we agreed that he should wear my mark at the base of his spine. Dorian, Drt’anic will do your tattoo, but you’ll need to take your trousers off.”
“I’d like to register under Eroica, might as well since apparently Klaus has been talking about me under that name.” Dorian pulled his boots and trousers off as he spoke. “I can leave my underpants on, can’t I?”
“Yes, you can leave your underpants on, they’re low cut enough not to interfere with the tattoo. And I don’t think Klaus has mentioned you to anyone but me.” There was laughter in Drt’anic’s voice, as he defended Klaus to Dorian. “Now lie down on the table, face down.” Dorian was looking around the room almost warily, he obviously knew what getting a modern human tattoo involved, and he’d noticed that there wasn’t any of the appropriate equipment there.
“There’s a reason Juvenile or Adult Dragons run the Registries, Dorian. He’ll paint the design onto your back, and then he’ll let the ink dry. Once the ink dries the painful part starts. He’ll put a hand over the tattoo, and sort of burn it into your skin.” Klaus’ explanation finally got Dorian to move, reluctantly.
“Sounds painful. Can you distract me?”
“Only the final part hurts, I’m told it only hurts for a few moments, but it was Incubi who told me that, and it might be different for Dark Elves. Worst case, you can fuck me, and that will heal you. There’s rooms available for that just off here.” Klaus nodded to the second door from the room.
“Why don’t you tell me about the terms you’ve been using anyway?”
“What do you want to hear about first then?” Klaus perched on the edge of the table Dorian was lying on. It was a very sexual posture, and something about sitting like that brought home to him just how differently he behaved around other non-humans compared to the way he acted around humans.
“You told...Drt’anic that I’d been ‘Hunting’ you?” Dorian sounded so unsure now, Klaus wasn’t quite sure why, but he almost liked it.
“No, I told him that you seemed to turn up on more missions than chance could account for. He interpreted that as a Dragon courtship ritual, called Hunting. The, I suppose more aggressive, partner effectively stalks his intended, it ends up in a fight, and the winner gets to define what the relationship will be from then on, and for how long. If the more aggressive partner loses, and no terms for a relationship are set then he is free to continue the Hunt.”
“You mean that one Dragon can stalk another, and the stalkee can’t make it stop?”
“Not exactly. A Dragon can Hunt anyone, but if he is defeated he is bound by his power to accept whatever terms the victor sets out. So if a Dragon is defeated by the one he is Hunting and the terms set are a one-night stand then he has to stop after the one-night stand. If you’d been pure human I might have tried something like that with you after a year or so.”
“Right.” Dorian sounded dazed now. “Drt’anic is a Dragon? And he doesn’t want to Hunt you?”
“Of course not!” Klaus felt vaguely insulted at Drt’anic’s reaction, until he continued. “I’m a Juvenile, I’m not old enough to want sex yet. Mind if I was I probably would want to Hunt Klaus, but it’s been forbidden.”
“Forbidden?”
“I told you, there’s a lot of Dark Elf Magi Major courting me, the local Elder Dragon therefore declared that no Juvenile or Adult Dragons were to Hunt me. And I’m not desirable enough for anything more powerful, they don’t want anything too weak in their beds.”
“Right, now what’s ‘Wakening’ and force-bonded?”
“Wakening is what made you into a Dark Elf, hence Incubus-wakened, although there are other methods used by different races. Force-bonding covers all rituals where the dominant mate is established before the ritual, free-bonding covers the rituals where the dominant mate is established after.” Klaus glanced up when Drt’anic cleared his throat.
“Do you want to check that the marking is correct?”
“Yes.” Klaus reluctantly stood and checked that the line drawing of a tank was correct, nodding his approval. “Dorian, I’ve heard that things hurt less during climax, and it would heal you immediately...” He trailed off, he’d promised to let Dorian be in charge of their sex life, and he was already skating close to the edge.
“Please tell me you are not suggesting that I should be fucking you when he does this.”
“I was thinking more along the lines of my sucking you, it means less mess.” Klaus flushed slightly, letting his gaze fall naturally to the floor. “And it will mean you heal immediately.” He knew that Drt’anic was watching him in shock that he was willing to submit in bed, but he couldn’t quite understand why.
“If it helps about three quarters of the mates I’ve marked were involved in sex for the final stage.” Drt’anic smiled. “Although they were usually being fucked, not blown.” Dorian was blushing deep scarlet by that time.
“All right.” He stood and pulled his thong down around his knees. He was limp, and Klaus made a point of bringing him first to fullness, and then to completion as swiftly as possible. Dorian didn’t even seem to notice when Drt’anic finished marking him. Klaus sat back on his heels, looking up at Dorian and waiting for him to realise.
“Is it done? I didn’t feel anything.”
“Yes, it’s done.” Klaus bit his lip, reviewing just what had happened, the sex should have distracted Dorian from the pain, not blocked it totally. “I think I used a new trick and prevented you from feeling any pain. I’m not sure if I could do it consciously, not at the moment.” Dorian ignored his explanation, other than taking it as permission to get dressed again.
“Is it related to your new level?” Drt’anic had always been fascinated by the way Klaus managed to adapt the normal Incubus powers into weapons.
“No, I don’t think so, just a technique it never occurred to me to use before. Are any of my ‘suitors’ in at the moment do you know?”
“Drethallen will be, he always is on the first three nights after you finish a mission, I haven’t seen him yet tonight, but I have seen Kelansial, Virodakisin and Reloverel. Eroica, what will your insignia be?” Klaus had told Dorian about this requirement, and explained that he did have the option of putting off the decision for a while, but Dorian had decided he didn’t need time to think. Now he produced one of the calling cards he left at his thefts.
“Here, this.” And he pointed to the rose. “Klaus, can you tell me about those people?”
“Drt’anic, I’m taking my mate through to one of the privacy chambers, alright?” Once he’d gotten the Dragon’s approval he led Dorian to a small, well-appointed bedchamber before he spoke. “Those four are all male. I do have some females after me, but more males, partly because I rarely wear female form and females tend not to want to risk bearing an Incubus. Drethallen is the best choice to teach you, he’s one of the most skilled of the Dark Elf Magi Major after me, and his sexual tastes would be least unpleasant to deal with.”
“Least unpleasant?”
“All Dark Elves are into dominance play in bed, and they all *want* to be dominant, although I suppose they can be submissive if they have to for some reason. Drethallen is fascinated by the fact that I know how to fight on a physical level, most Incubi don’t, and our abilities don’t lend themselves to use in combat unless you’re imaginative. So I’d get to do some damage to him, and he doesn’t want to really hurt me, just enough that I’d submit, not during sex itself. The others all want to cut me up while they’re fucking me, or hurt me in other ways. Well Drethallen does want to hurt me, just not physically, he want to make sure I enjoy having sex with him, and that I won’t be able to excuse it with the fact that as an Incubus I can’t *not* enjoy sex if my bedmate does.”
“You’d prefer that to physical damage?” Dorian sounded slightly distant then, as if he was trying to ignore the subject matter.
“I’d heal anyway, but the less physical damage I take the more energy I can keep, instead of using to heal myself. And if I’ve agreed to it then I might as well enjoy it for being pleasant.” Klaus shrugged, he didn’t know how else to explain it. “I don’t object to physical damage as part of sex, but I would rather not lie with someone I didn’t trust, and I trust Drethallen far more than any of my other suitors.”
“So you’re going to wait for him to get in, and make your bargain with him?”
“Unless you object, yes. And you said you thought my lack of shirts was indecent, would you like me to bargain with a Magus Minor for some shirts of your choice, for while you’re mastering kenning?”
“You’ll have to strip for the fitting won’t you? If Elves react so badly to steel. And how did you get the steel studs put in?”
“I had a tailor customise them that way after they’d been kenned. And yes I would have to strip for the fitting.”
"Then please, I'd rather you waited until I've learned how to ken them for you, that is if you don't think it will take too long."
"It's for your satisfaction that I'd bother with shirts, not mine, it will give you motivation to learn. And if you need more just think of being able to shut the stingy-bug up by kenning gold and diamonds for him to sell."
"So, shall we have a drink before this Drethallen arrives?"
~~o()o~~