Herb Shop Part 4
Title: Herb Shop Part 4
Stray Stories/ On the Streets Story arc
Author: charisstoma
Word count:323
Poof hadn’t shown up for classes the last couple of days. Arath had a good idea why. His parents had stayed over a few days longer, realizing that their son was having an important first in his life.
Malakishel especially was sympathetic. A possible lover’s rejection was a part of growing up for a demon, or not, how else would a young demon learn the tactics and ins and outs of courtship. But a future consort’s rejection… Arath had always seemed to lean more towards the wizard side of the gene pool but he had enough demon in him to severely screw up his life.
Demons once they’d marked their future consort tended to go in for the sealing of the deal by whatever means possible, no matter how sneakily manipulative, to win the love of their very long lives. Some of those means, in times long past weren’t condoned even in the demon plane, and on this plane even some of the ones, that were currently condoned on the demon plane, would cause major diplomatic repercussions.
Arath was still very inexperienced, something Malakishel and Kish had had some heated words about before allowing their child to transfer to his new school.
Still one couldn’t take a young demon-wizard or wizard-demon and throw him in the pool of sex starved upper class students, studying demon mating techniques, as Kish had repeatedly told him with their first child. There’d been a stoat short stick brought into that discussion, if he remembered correctly, and binding spells. A smile stretched his mouth, oh yes he loved when Kish got riled enough to take the strict dominant lead occasionally. He’d had morning sickness for 54 days and a resulting son called, for a while, Farcy, now Fariciel, his demon genes expressing sooner perhaps because of the deliciously creative begetting of him. Malakishel sighed.
Begetting younglings was fun. Making the right decisions raising them was the difficult part.
Stray Stories/ On the Streets Story arc
Author: charisstoma
Word count:323
Poof hadn’t shown up for classes the last couple of days. Arath had a good idea why. His parents had stayed over a few days longer, realizing that their son was having an important first in his life.
Malakishel especially was sympathetic. A possible lover’s rejection was a part of growing up for a demon, or not, how else would a young demon learn the tactics and ins and outs of courtship. But a future consort’s rejection… Arath had always seemed to lean more towards the wizard side of the gene pool but he had enough demon in him to severely screw up his life.
Demons once they’d marked their future consort tended to go in for the sealing of the deal by whatever means possible, no matter how sneakily manipulative, to win the love of their very long lives. Some of those means, in times long past weren’t condoned even in the demon plane, and on this plane even some of the ones, that were currently condoned on the demon plane, would cause major diplomatic repercussions.
Arath was still very inexperienced, something Malakishel and Kish had had some heated words about before allowing their child to transfer to his new school.
Still one couldn’t take a young demon-wizard or wizard-demon and throw him in the pool of sex starved upper class students, studying demon mating techniques, as Kish had repeatedly told him with their first child. There’d been a stoat short stick brought into that discussion, if he remembered correctly, and binding spells. A smile stretched his mouth, oh yes he loved when Kish got riled enough to take the strict dominant lead occasionally. He’d had morning sickness for 54 days and a resulting son called, for a while, Farcy, now Fariciel, his demon genes expressing sooner perhaps because of the deliciously creative begetting of him. Malakishel sighed.
Begetting younglings was fun. Making the right decisions raising them was the difficult part.