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The Life of Windsire

Chapter 4: Naga Problems

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By Draconicon

Several days after the attempted exorcism, Windsire was back to work as Prince Saunak's bodyguard. The mongoose had been running him ragged, no differently than before, but with half of his personality and body still dealing with the mind-ripping pain that was the attempted exorcism, it was harder to keep up with him than usual.

Thus, he was following behind the mongoose rather than keeping pace with him, the half-demon stallion hopping from one building to another to find where his charge had disappeared to. It wasn't made any easier with the way that his other half was moaning about not having that tiger slave anymore.

You didn't have to let him go. We could have kept him. After all, it's not like the royal family is keeping us from getting relief anymore.

"And we're going to keep it that way. Do you think they'd be trusting us with Saunak if they found out that we were keeping a priest as a slave and prisoner somewhere in the city?"

Do you really think they'd care? Investment, remember? They've taken care of us for almost fifteen years now. They're not going to throw us away just because we do a couple of weird things.

"Somehow, I think that keeping a slave is different than just doing 'a weird thing.'"

He leaped over a section of the market, landing on tiptoes on the next building. The red horse wobbled back and forth before catching his balance, and continued moving forward, loincloth swishing side to side over his front and between his legs.

That, too, was a distraction. After so long with the cage and then the trap over his sheath, he'd forgotten what it felt like to have something in direct contact with his cock and his shaft. More than once, he'd needed to distract himself to keep from getting hard while he was running about, or when he was in the prince's presence. So far, Saunak hadn't figured out that he wasn't caged anymore, and he wanted to avoid that sort of flirtation, particularly with his demon half being more...excitable lately.

He landed on another building, about two stories over the rest of the marketplace. The demon stallion walked to the edge of it, glancing down in the alleys, and chuckled.

"Well, he's been this way."

Yes, the line of big-dicked men clutching their balls is a pretty good giveaway.

Windsire hopped down from the building, landing with a thud on the ground between the thuggish men cradling their crotches. They groaned, turning their heads away from him for a moment or two, but he got their attention again when he banged his fist on the wall and made it crack.

"Attention. I need to know where Prince Saunak has gone. Judging by the way that you're all 'injured,' I am sure that you've seen him. Which way did he go from here?"

"Nnngh...that...that way."

A panther pointed to the left, towards the slums. He sighed. Of course he would go there. Anything to make the intrigue of fucking royalty more intense for his partners.

Jogging off, the barefoot stallion made his way into the slums of the southside. Unlike the eastern part of the city, the slums of the southside didn't even have the slight bonus of prestige of being made by Prince Pankaja, the Earthmover. The housing down here was all made by those that lived in it, and was of generally poor workmanship, connected underneath each of the little hovels by tunnels and caves to allow the poor folk - and the smugglers that lived among them - to move about without being seen.

It was also covered in mud, which made Saunak easier to track once they got to the mucky bit. With the capital city at the base of a mountain, the water running down from its slopes cut through this part of the city, and it left the ground wet enough to slide along the surface. Windsire shook his head, fighting the temptation to just burn the ground for a solid path.

Considering what had happened to the apartment building he and his father had cleared, he decided against it. A day later, the place had been visited by squatters, and all of them had come running out with some degree of corruption obvious on their bodies, from massively enlarged cocks to throbbing, swollen cocksucker lips, and more. He remembered one person had come out with feet almost as large as their body, and wondered how that had happened.

Regardless, it meant that too heavy a use of his demonic powers could end up corrupting an area for a time. The priests had already determined that the corruption in the building was already fading, likely to disappear in a week at most, but he didn't want to leave anything behind that would inconvenience the people here. They were already dealing with enough problems, and he didn't want to add more to the list.

So, he stepped into the mud, grunting every time that the slick muck dragged his feet down and he had to pull them back out again. It was like the ground was trying to pull him down, just like the traps back at the apartment block had.

Ugh, don't remind me of that.

Not my fault.

You were the one that ran into the trap.

What would you have done?

Fucked Manoja before we went there so he was a nice, pliant slave and would obey us instead of leading us into a trap?

...Okay, that's a fair point. You would have done that, and it would have saved us some problems.

He could feel the demon wanting to slide out again, wanting to be in charge as they looked for the prince, but he pushed his other side down. Better for him to be in charge in public, considering that the whole demon thing pushed so many buttons. For that matter, he was somewhat worried that the demon would even be able to hold its own right now. The exorcism, followed by the very loud use of its powers, had probably done more to it than it wanted to admit, and he didn't want to risk damaging his other half further.

So, they walked, and walked, and walked, feet sliding into the goop before coming back up with a wet pop. The tracks that Saunak had left behind were easy enough to see, lighter in the muck than most anything else, and he kept following them until they were joined by something else. He'd expected to see someone eventually start walking with the mongoose, but this person wasn't exactly walking.

Windsire paused, leaning down to look at the track to be sure. It was a long, swaying mark rather than a footstep, more like something dragging itself through the muck rather than someone walking through it. Either the prince had found himself a prize that he had to drag away...or one of the Hood had gotten involved.

The shadow of his demon self materialized beside him, forming a second presence looking at the track. It leaned down, chuckling.

"Well, now, that makes today much more interesting."

"We're talking about nagas here. That's never interesting. That's bad."

The demon shrugged.

"For the prince."

"And you want something bad to happen to him?"

"...Not really."

"Me neither."

The pair of them stood up, sighing to themselves as they looked down at the tracks. They led rather far into the slums, past the low huts and towards the high blocks that were further down, on the slightly more stable ground. Often, they were build up on again and again as the original floors sank into the muck, but there was plenty of building material around, so nobody cared overly about that.

It'd be a den of vipers, he realized, but he couldn't leave his charge there. Windsire sighed, setting out, and his demon half followed.

"So, when we get to the naga, are we scaring it, talking to it, or killing it?"

"Scaring it. I doubt it'll want to talk, and we can't afford an incident. Not when the Hood is gaining sympathy at the moment."

It was something that had been drilled into his head the day before, during the briefing with Saunak's favorite brother, Savitr. Known as the Governor of the Capital, Savitr was also the spymaster of the entire country, keeping aware of everything that was going on.

According to the older prince, the Great Hood, the Mongoose Court's only real rival, was starting to make a resurgence. A war more than forty years ago had pushed them underground, but there were whispers coming through the world that they were starting to make a comeback. Windsire didn't know much about the Hood, but what he did know left him chilled on the inside. The fact that the Great Hood was naga-centric, with a serious species-superiority focus and with a need to hypnotize loyalty into their subjects, was enough to tell him that they were a serious problem.

If Prince Saunak had fallen into their hands, he didn't put great odds on the prince being able to resist their hypnosis for long, particularly not if they were being serious about it.

Let me out, then.

Your word on letting me be in charge when we arrive?

My word.

Then go.

The stallion darkened, his red coat going the color of blood, and he was off like a shadow, disappearing into the warren of sinking buildings. Darting this way and that, he checked the many different pathways. Naga tracks went everywhere, obscuring the path of his dancing prince, and for a time, he wondered if he was too late.

Then, they found them.

His demon half stopped on the ledge over a submerged chamber, the stone structure all gone on the first and second floor, and the third was halfway sunk as well. They looked down through the hole that formed a stairway, hearing the voices from below, and crept forward, following it down.

"Mmmm, that'ssss it, Prince...you enjoy the coilssssss, don't you? Ssssso deep in my coilssssss. Sssssso deep in your trance..."

Let me out now.

Sure. But if anything happens -

I'll let you out again.

He took control once more, the power fading from him as he crept down the stairs. No guards, so they obviously didn't expect to be caught, probably because they were in their element. The hissing sound of the naga's voice kept drawing him on, but he kept his motions slow, steady. If they were smart, they'd have at least one guard keeping watch as they worked the prince over, probably someone that was waiting off to the side to keep an eye out for anyone too fascinated with the naga's voice.

They weren't smart. Their lookout was perched on the stairs down to the bottom floor, watching some sort of show. Windsire crept up behind him, grabbed him in a headlock, and squeezed until the fox fainted. Dragging the fennec out of the way, he squatted down on the tips of his toes and took in the situation.

It wasn't good. Prince Saunak was completely enclosed in the coils of one of two nagas, the other chuckling and flicking something across its fangs. The prince's pants had been discarded, thrown away, and the mongoose was impaled on the hemipenii of the naga, leaving him gasping and shivering by turns. The prince looked back and forth, trying not to stare at the naga, but every time that he looked away, the cobra-snake turned his head back, making him stare.

Yes, he's getting conditioned, alright.

I thought you were eager to rescue him. Are you thinking of enjoying the show, too?

No. I'm not interested in that.

Our dick says otherwise.

Our dick is a liar.

He was more concerned about the fact that there were two nagas down there. One of them would be easy enough to deal with, particularly if it was already focused on conditioning the prince. With two, he would have to be quicker. One would have to be taken down so that it couldn't use the prince as a hostage, while the other would have to be engaged before it could call for help. He could see more holes in the ground, probably more people involved in the Hood further below. If this went on long, they'd be in trouble.

Okay...jump down, kick into the naga's spine that's holding the prince, backflip off of the falling upper body, engage the other one quickly, hope that the prince wakes up.

Do you really think he's going to do anything but fuck himself on their cocks?

I'm really hoping.

Me too. Don't get us dead.

With a sharp heave, he launched himself from the stairway and came down with a foot extended. His heel slammed into the base of the naga's neck, and he heard something give from underneath. The snake fell forward, the gaze broken, and he forward-flipped off of the cobra's hood. He was already sailing feet first towards the other snake, but the other naga was faster, prepared from seeing him take down the other. He was blocked, and landed with a thump.

Rolling to avoid the swinging tail, Windsire grabbed hold of the tip as it came down by his face and tugged. Demonic strength rushed through his body, and the naga went spinning as he pulled it with him.

The big snake was quick, though, and whipped back around. Its arms grappled with his, pushing him back down as it tried and failed to coil around him. Yet, that slithering body made it hard to move, hard to fight back. The naga leaned in, glaring at him.

"What'ssss the meaning of thissss intrusssssion?"

"I am not at liberty to discuss that right now."

He slammed his head up, the horse's skull smacking against the naga's in a loud crack. The snake leaned back, cupping its head with one hand, and he grabbed it by the throat as soon as he had a hand free. Still using the demon's strength, he rolled around, slamming the naga's head to the floor, and looked to see how the prince was doing.

Thankfully, Saunak had gotten up, the naked mongoose groaning and starting to spin into his magical dance. Windsire shook his head, pointing towards the exit, but the prince was too stubborn to listen.

"Out!"

"Not without you, too!"

The prince swing his arms around, and then brought both feet down in a stomp that shook the room. The holes in the ground, formerly starting to swell and move with shadows, suddenly slammed closed as the floor's own stone was used to form seals for them. Windsire nodded his head in thanks, and leaned in to the naga beneath him.

"If you know what's good for you, you'll get out of Aparajita tonight."

He slammed the snake down, and grabbed the prince, running up the stairs towards the surface. They leaped from the building, and immediately started running towards the city. They were halfway to the palace, almost exactly to the alley with the panthers again, when the mongoose finally came to a halt. Windsire blinked, looking back at him.

"What's the matter?"

"Um..."

For the first time in his life, he saw the prince look embarrassed. He was actually cupping himself around the crotch, holding his hands over his cock like some teenager being caught out by his parents. Windsire rolled his eyes.

"Are you feeling shy, Highness?"

"About my magnificent backside? Not at all. For the rest... a little."

"Do you require clothing?"

"I'd like some. I'd ask about the loincloth, but I'd rather not be tempted with your mouthwatering shaft at the moment."

He shook his head. The alley wasn't that far away, and he made the prince wait for a few seconds. He returned with a pair of pants, baggy and a little damp, but otherwise untouched. Saunak slipped into it, shaking his head.

"Where did you get these?"

"Some of your old conquests."

"They were still there?"

"Yes, you must have done a number on them."

"Heh, jealous?"

"Hardly. Let's get you home."

The teasing that he had to endure the rest of the way to the palace was extravagant, to put it mildly. The prince believed that he was still in the cage, and consistently was teasing him about what the mongoose would do 'if only' Windsire was out of the cock cage. He shook his ass - and even in the baggier pants, it looked good - and kept talking about the way that he had sucked and fucked the various thugs dry. When the mongoose started talking about how he had taken two cocks at once, Windsire, sighed.

"Like you did with the nagas, Highness."

"...Please don't bring that one up."

"I will stop if you will."

"Fine. But..."

"Yes, Highness?"

"You wouldn't think it, but they are good fucks."

They reached the palace shortly after, and the prince went back to his tower. Windsire reported the incident to Girisha and the lady, Princess Shakti. They both were ill at ease with the notice that there were nagas in the city, and the princess in particular seemed annoyed.

Princess Shakti, his charge's twin sister, was well-known for her hatred of nagas. Of course, she was known for many things, from the way that she had become almost a living weapon, how she was a terror and a tyrant towards her twin brother, and how she had torched an entire army that had laid siege to Aparajita just last year. But her hatred of nagas, as far as he knew, eclipsed all of that. The slender mongoose woman looked him in the eye, and told him point blank.

"If another naga gets near Saunak, destroy it."

"As you say, Princess."

The blue-wrapped heir to the throne walked off, and he was alone in the courtyard again as Girisha had already left to mobilize the guard. He leaned back against the walls of the palace, turning his head back towards the sky. It didn't take long for his other half to materialize itself beside him.

"So, how long before we go and prove to that little slut that we're not caged anymore?"

"Not today."

"You realize that it's going to have to happen eventually. Even the people that can't stand him or us are wondering how long it'll be before we bed him."

"We can tell them that we're not interested in men."

"Neither are half the people he beds, and that doesn't stop them."

"I'm not going to fuck the person I'm supposed to guard."

"Come oooooon."

The shadowy form of his demon half grabbed its cock, shaking it back and forth. Even in the dark, undetailed version of itself, he could see the little fire marks as soft glows on the base of its cock.

"I just want to give him a taste. A little taste of it. You don't even jerk off, you realize that? Do you know how much of a pain this is, getting locked up with no sexual relief? I'm going crazy in here."

"I'm doing what I need to do. Need I remind you that the last time that we did anything, we ended up with a mind-fucked slut that didn't know what was going on with the world anymore?"

"We could stop earlier."

"That happened with one orgasm. One."

Windsire shook his head, ignoring the strangling motions that the demon form made towards his throat. It was not something he was going to negotiate on. The idea of corrupting someone, turning them into a cock-addicted slut just with the use of his own shaft...it was tempting, more than he wanted to admit, but the idea of taking someone's free will like that and replacing it with a need for raw sexuality was something that he couldn't risk. Not when he already had so much else against him, not when so much of the city would pounce on any excuse to have him removed from this post.

He shook his head, adjusting his loincloth. After all that, he needed some sort of distraction to stop thinking about what he was doing. The market was going to be too busy for that sort of thing, but the eastern slums should be empty around this time of day. Most people would be resting, getting ready for scavenging at night, and those that were awake would be more interested in staying out of his way rather than bothering him.

Thus decided, he started walking. As he passed by the southern tower, the sixth of the twelve around the main palace, he heard the soft grunting and moaning of the prince.

Yes, he'll be busy for a while, alright.

He shook his head, and headed east.

#

The valleys between the buildings were cavernous and maze-like as one reached the far end of the eastern side. It was the furthest from the mountain that shadowed the city, and thus had the longest time in the sun in comparison with the rest of the city. The walls of the building and the streets below him were baked and cracked, making for unsteady footing as he started picking up his pace.

What are we doing here?

"Training."

For what?

"For if we ever have to do that again."

He kicked at the ground, throwing himself into the air. He landed with one hand on the building beside him, and the other pointing him towards his next target, a floor down on the opposite side of the street. The horse's large feet left a slight crater in the building behind him as he kicked off, and he landed with an equally hard thud, running along the wall for as long as he had momentum before kicking off again.

Back and forth, back and forth he went, the half-demon horse pushing himself to move faster and faster. He could draw on the power of the demon to do this better, to do it more efficiently, but the more he was tempted, the less he was willing to give into it. If he relied on the demon for everything, then he would be completely helpless if it was ever rendered off-limits to him. He needed to make sure that he was strong enough to be useful without his other half.

You realize that the only way I'm going away is if you get me exorcised.

"Ugh, I know. But you know what I mean."

I don't think even you know what you mean.

"What are you - ugh - talking about?"

He landed hard on the building at the end of the street, about six floors above the ground. He hung there, one arm stretched out over his head and supporting his weight as he caught his breath and calmed down.

You know what I'm talking about. You're talking about me like I'm something that was shoved into you. Like I'm just some part of you that you can do without. But I'm not.

The demon appeared again, hanging above him, though this time without the loincloth. The big, heavy horse shaft hung right in his face, almost bumping him on the nose. The demon chuckled.

"Much as you're sick of me, I'm part of you. I am you. I'm your other half. There's no getting rid of me. Ever."

"I don't want to."

"Even though it'd be so much easier if you didn't have to deal with me? Even if you could be normal, rather than half-demon?"

Windsire glared at the other half of him, and slowly shook his head.

"I don't care about that. I just want to make sure that, whatever we are, we live a good life. A right life."

"A right life can still be a fun one. And when was the last time you had fun?"

"With Manoja."

"I said fun, not sex.[/i]

"I have fun. I'm having fun right now."

The demon looked down.

"Well, not right now, I don't think."

"I thought you just said -"

"Move!"

He was shoved off and to the side, and just in time. From below, a scaly shape came flying up at him, almost fast enough to catch him before he was out of position. Windsire caught the building again two stories down, looking up at the naga that had managed to sneak into place. It coiled around the crater he'd made up there, hissing and glaring down at him.

"You little fool...do you know how hard it wassss to capture the prince?"

"Probably one of your easiest accomplishments to date, if you had someone with a bigger dick."

"You...will...learn...your folly."

The snake hissed as it lunged forward, and this time there was no dodging it. Windsire was caught right in its grip as it took him down, pinned beneath the snake as they hit the ground four stories below. He cratered, hard, the ground impacting beneath him and flattening out. He groaned, shaking his head -

"Look into my eyesssss."

His own went wide at those words. A stupid mistake, as it turned out, leaving him completely open to the naga's swirling vision. The head blow, and his own tiredness from training, left him weaker than usual. He could already feel himself fading away, his eyes going wobbly.

Windsire...

The demon's voice was far away, and he couldn't speak himself. All he could do was stare up. The naga was whispering something, drawing him deeper and deeper into the pretty colors...

#

Ravi grinned as he looked down at the slowly-succumbing horse beneath him. The stallion might have had the strength of body to defeat a naga, but not the strength of mind. The humiliation of having his catch stolen from him, of having the Hood's plans foiled, was one he could not go without repaying. If the horse thought that the prince was safe, he was wrong.

"Yessssss, fall into trance...fall into my control..."

Soon, he would have the stallion bring the prince to him. It would be easy for the bodyguard to persuade the prince to leave the tower, easy for this Windsire to give him what he wanted.

As he stared into the stallion's faded blue eyes, however, something changed. They shifted, going from blue to yellow, and then to red, the white fading from the outside as the eyes refocused and looked up at him. The naga shook his head, continuing.

"Yessss...you are ssssso far -"

"I'm so fed up with your hypnotic crap."

The naga gasped as the horse suddenly grabbed it by the throat again, that hand just as huge as before, yet somehow even stronger despite the fact that it was just the same size. Ravi fought to keep his position but he was flipped over, pinned to the ground by the muscular stallion, forced to look up at him with a tremble running through his coils.

As the transformation occurred, the mane and tail transforming, the stallion's fur darkening to a deeper red, and the soft musk filling the air as other things began to grow, the naga understood. The other side, the demon, had come. His power over the mind wasn't sufficient to take control of something like that. But surely, a demon couldn't be that loyal to the royal family. He smiled past his fangs.

"You sssssurely know how to make an entrance."

"I have my moments. Get out of my other half's head. Now."

"Certainly. But I have a requessssst, while you are in charge."

"Heh, unless it's to have my dick rammed down your throat, I'm not interested."

"It issss revenge on thossssse that would bind you."

"...I'm listening."

"Why not hand the prince back over to ussss? We have our ideasssss of what might -"

THUMP!

Ravi's head ached as he was slammed back into the ground, his vision spinning as he looked up at the stallion again. Or demon. Or...whatever it was. Had it been naked before? He didn't know, his head hurt too much.

Ravi grunted as his head was suddenly pinned down by a great red foot on his neck, cutting off about half of his air. The snake couldn't think, couldn't move, couldn't squirm away as the demon started stroking its thick cock, dripping with pre. The fire lines along its crotch reminded the naga of the forest fires that could consume the world, and the mind, of anyone that lived in it, burning away thoughts until there was nothing left.

The demon knelt down, tapping the tip of its flared cock against the naga's mouth. Chuckling, it smeared the shaft back and forth, leaving pre and slime behind.

"I think you were going to suggest that I kidnap Mr. Slut and deliver him to your hands. Well, I think you've already figured out that that's not what's going to happen."

"But - mmmph!"

As soon as Ravi opened his mouth, that slippery horse cock popped in, and instantly he was hit with a wave of something heavy, something...sharp, spicy, hot. It oozed from the shaft, like pre, but it wasn't solid, or liquid. It was almost...almost magical. He groaned, trying to pull his head back, but the horse pulled him closer, cock forced right between his fangs so he couldn't even bite down.

"You see, that little slut is going to be mine, eventually. Oh, Windsire is all about protecting him, and I agree. But not because he deserves protection. That slut deserves to be leashed. He needs to learn a little respect for people. And I'm just waiting for the chance to be the one to do that.

"And I'm not going to be able to do that if I surrender the little guy to you. So, I think your little 'deal,' naga, is no good for me."

The snake tried to say something, tried to pull back, but his body was weakening. All the plans of the Hood were fading, all the priorities that he had, all the anger, softening and fading as that cock pumped in and out of his mouth. Musky pre oozed over his tongue and down his throat, but that wasn't what held him. No, what held him...was the corruption.

He recognized it, faintly, and knew he was doomed. It was already pouring through him, the power of the demon taking him and warping him. His mind was lost, fading away slowly, drifting away on the lust that it was stirring in him. His twin cocks had already popped free, growing harder by the second. The demon shifted his stance, and suddenly a large foot was pinning his cocks down against his coils.

"He's going to be mine...and so will you. The only difference is, I'm waiting for Saunak, and I'm taking you, NOW. Let it be a lesson to you, little Hoodling. This is what happens when you mess with a demon."

And as the stallion hammered away, thrusting as far as he could go, leaving those flaming balls against the naga's chin, Ravi slowly slipped away. His mind was gone, and his body was hot, needy, throbbing, pulsing in desperation for the demon stallion's cock. All his resistance had faded in seconds, leaving him open and broken to the great beast in front of him. He sucked slowly, his body learning how to handle the thick shaft, taking it in again and again, slurping and swallowing around it.

The demon rewarded him, and he sank deeper and deeper into his own need. He came...twice...three times...and then stopped counting when the horse spun him around and used his cloaca for his own relief.

#

Windsire awoke later, in his own bed, with his demon half suspiciously quiet. He reached out, and the demon responded.

Hmmm?

What happened?

I taught the naga a lesson. And then took his commands out of your head.

That's...nice.

Well, I figured you were due. And besides, I think I have a name, now.

Oh? I've been asking you what it was ever since I knew you were there. What is it?

Jayanta.

...How come everyone else has a name and I have this?

Because you let mother pick yours.

The End