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The Life of Windsire

Chapter 3: Demonic Oppression

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By Draconicon

Four years passed, and Windsire found himself wondering how long his charge, Prince Saunak, would be able to keep up the sheer sexuality that he'd discovered as a teen. Every day that he had to extricate the mongoose prince from another coupling, the half-demon stallion wondered what he'd find the prince involved in next. After finding the young royal in a dungeon, strapped down and getting his ass fucked by a steady-pounding magic rock, he stopped letting himself have expectations of the future.

The stallion walked down the street, loincloth flapping over his crotch, as he carried Prince Saunak over his shoulder. The mongoose's tail flicked against his face every so often, and he could feel the annoyance pouring off of the smaller male.

"It is for your own good."

"I was having fun, Windsire. Do you really understand that concept, or is this one of those times you're tuning me out again?"

"It's a concept I understand, Highness, but not one that currently applies."

He shifted his stance a bit, pulling the mongoose's hips a little closer to his neck to keep the wriggling from getting out of hand. The fact that he could smell the seed that a commoner had left on the prince's ass was not something that he wanted to focus on, particularly considering that his cock was still under lockdown due to him being on-duty.

I can't believe you let them put a different one on us. The first one was bad enough, but this...

The demon in him growled, and he could understand the reasons for it. The sensation of the metal rings binding them both down there, pulling his sheath to bend over itself so that it couldn't even open in the front was downright uncomfortable if they got the slightest bit aroused, and considering how much fun the demon wanted to have...

The prince said he could get it open yesterday. It was his birthday last week. We could do it, you know.

We agreed not to stick our dick in crazy.

No, you said that. I said I'd wait until he was eighteen.

Do you want to keep flooding my brain with those ideas and start making it hurt?

I'm not the one in charge.

Windsire gritted his teeth, having to pause for a moment in the middle of the busy street to adjust the prince as he started rocking from side to side. It wasn't a genuine escape attempt, he knew. Saunak was just bored, otherwise he'd be using wind or water or something else to try and make his escape more likely.

"Sir, it isn't easy to hold onto you when you're doing that."

"Maybe you could let me go, then. I am fine with giving you the day off."

"Your father would know."

He pointed off to the side, finger aimed right at the tip of the Spire. The central tower of the palace sparkled in the afternoon light, sending a shimmer of red over the city, contrasted with the bright orange lights of the flame-weavers in the sky spelling out advertisements in their way. From this distance, it was impossible to see the king, but he knew that Suresha was right there, at the very top of the Spire, using his powers to keep an eye on the whole city.

"And that's why I'm not letting you go, or running off without you. Let's get you home, and then we can discuss these things."

His charge didn't argue it again, but he did start sulking, huffing softly as he rode out the ride home. The stallion was happy enough with that. If he didn't have to bounce Saunak around to keep hold of him, he was happy.

In the past four years, he'd learned a lot about the mongoose he was charged with protecting. He'd learned about the fact that the prince's mother had died when he was six, and that he'd blamed himself for the fact that she died rather than being saved. He learned that Saunak staged these escapades because it was one of the few things that gave him a sense of power and accomplishment, because he was outwitting his sister, the more proper Princess Shakti. He'd even learned that Saunak used all his slutty wiles to have power over someone, that while he enjoyed the sex, the prince rarely got off to it, and instead used it as a way of keeping score and feeling important.

It left him understanding the mongoose a bit more, even if Saunak drove him up the wall with his antics and keeping him constantly busy. He knew that the prince had no intention of making him chase royalty all over the city - for that matter, Prince Saunak actually tried to give him the day off, every day, so that he was released from responsibility - but he just couldn't. He had to make sure that he was there, and he had to fulfill his duty. Otherwise, he would have failed everyone that had helped him get this far.

They reached the palace grounds, and he headed for the south. Over the last few years, the heirs had switched towers a few times, and Girisha had fallen in the king's favor by a few steps. Instead of the sixth tower, he resided in the seventh, while Saunak had taken the general's old tower for his own. He walked to the front door, pushed it open with a bare foot, and started ascending the steps towards the top of the tower.

"Okay, we're home. Can you put me down now?"

"When we reach the top floor, Highness."

"Perhaps you could put me off at the harem floor, instead?"

"If that is your command."

"Oh, just consider it one, already."

He nodded, making a mental note to set that for the place that they'd stop off at in the future. The demon part of him was already considering some fun there, but he squelched the idea before it could get off the ground.

We're still tied up, and besides, we're not corrupting the prince's personal toys.

You really are driving me crazy, you know that?

It's better that you go crazy than me, or him.

It didn't take long to find the harem quarters. About midway up the tower, the spiraling staircase passed by a red door, and he came to a halt. Taking the prince off of his shoulder, he set the perverted royal down on the stairway, and Saunak brushed himself off. Adjusting his purple vest and tugging on the slightly baggy white pants he wore, the prince glanced up at him.

"Do you want to join us? I'm sure that there's plenty inside that would enjoy your cock...Or your other end, if you want to give it a try."

His eyes flared yellow-orange at that, almost surging to full possession in that moment, and the prince smirked.

"Oh, don't worry. I wouldn't enforce such a rule. I know that I, of course, am much more suited to being on the bottom than you are. That shaft of yours is too magnificent to be wasted. It is just such a pity that father insists on it being encased around me. Oh, the things that I would do to it."

"The things I would do to you, you slutty little bitch."

Windsire closed his eyes, forcing himself to calm down. The demon half had actually spoken through his mouth this time, rather than in his head, and he needed to get a grip on it, fast. He managed to push it down, almost punching the other personality out of his head, but by the time his eyes were open, the prince had turned around and was shaking his ass back and forth, swaying it side to side.

"Mmm, anytime, Windsire. Anytime that you're interested in letting me have that big cock of yours...just let me know."

"I will leave you to your fun, your Highness."

"Oh, pity. You're back again. Well, if you change your mind -"

In annoyance, the stallion opened the door and very nearly threw the prince into the waiting arms of his harem. A trio of elephants caught him, and he doubted that Saunak would be thinking of much else besides getting his dick sucked for a fair old length of time.

Trusting in the old enchantments of the towers to protect the prince for the moment, Windsire took a deep breath to calm himself down and started making his way back to the ground entrance. The feeling of the demon in the back of his mind would not go away, and a shimmering black shadow appeared beside him. Exactly his height, exactly his build, but with none of his features. Its mane fluttered and bounced in an impossible way, shimmering like black flame.

"We really should teach him a lesson in respect."

"It'd be exactly what he wants, and you know it."

"And I want to get our dick in his ass."

"You think that thought hasn't occurred to me?"

"I know it has, I'm wondering why the hell you won't act on it."

His demon half, ghostly as it was, reached out and groped at his balls. He gritted his teeth, stopping in place.

"Get your hands off of me."

"Not until you listen to me."

"It's not going to help you, threatening me. I'm just going to want to do what you're saying even less."

"I'm not threatening you, I'm telling you something, flat-out."

The demon side stepped in front of him, looking him right in the eye. Red dots appeared where his other half's eyes were, and they held the stare for half a minute before he spoke again.

"If you don't do something, either with the prince or someone else, we're going to have a problem. I'm not just a weapon. I'm part of you. And I'm not going to stay locked up forever."

"If we're living in the mortal world, we have to act like a mortal. We can't just be like our father."

"Really? What's stopping us?"

"The king, for one."

"And he's not going to work that hard to hold us back. He wants us to be happy here. They all want us to be happy. They're all powerful, all strong. None of them hold back, why do we have to?"

"Because it's the right thing to do. Because we're supposed to protect, not take over."

"That's not what father says."

He glared, and swept his hand through the ephemeral projection. The demon disappeared, going back into his head, but the thought remained.

Their visits home had slowly trickled to a halt since they had been assigned to the prince. When Windsire had refused to fuck the potential heir and corrupt him, their father had been...displeased, to put it mildly. Even when the other side of his personality agreed with him to wait, their father had been very vocal about what he perceived as their 'hesitance.'

Use him, break him. It'd be fun for the both of you, good to establish your own little place to rule. Besides, it's not like Suresha doesn't have other heirs to pick up the slack if one little slut goes missing.

Windsire had intentionally severed ties with his father for that, and it had taken them two years to get anything of a relationship back again. Since then, the great demon hadn't suggested corrupting the prince again, but nor had he been so keen to spend time with them and spoil them at the manor. It was all business, all the time, with a little bit of training here and there. It was like a wall had come up between them, and in Windsire's opinion, it was all for the better that it had.

Not so much for his other half, though, as the demon was saddened at the loss of that connection. But...they couldn't have it all.

He emerged from the prince's tower, standing on the cobblestone ground of the palace courtyard, only to be immediately approached by a tiger. The stallion paused, looking down at the silk-garbed feline, but was immediately disappointed as the predatory cat lowered his head in a bow.

It's another bribe...

Ever since he had become the bodyguard to the prince, the public had had two reactions. One of them, the more honest, had become more...angry with him, to put it mildly. Many of them had come out to state just how much they hated the idea of a demon, even a half-demon, guarding one of the royal lines, and they had pushed to have him removed, or at the very best, exorcised from the position. Several churches had even sent priests out to the palace to offer their services to conduct the exorcism then and there.

Others, of course, had seen him as the gatekeeper to Prince Saunak, and had started offering him various things to allow them to get close. Some of them were people that wanted to get favors from the prince, others were legitimate threats that wanted to harm him. Some, he was convinced, were tests from the Mongoose Court, considering what they offered him in return for his absence. Women and men that were seemingly 'attracted' to demons had tempted him, but he'd sent them all away.

This tiger was likely one of the same, though he wasn't sure if he was one of those that wanted favors or wished harm. Time would tell.

"Speak."

"Pardon, sir, but I am looking for the stallion Windsire. Are you he?"

He raised an eyebrow, looking down at the tiger. He let the silence stretch on as the stupidity of the question slowly became more apparent. A demon-stallion that was known throughout the city, red skinned to mark his heritage, rendered unable to wear more than a loincloth except if the king overrode his charge's orders: there was only one like him.

Eventually, the tiger lowered his eyes, nodding.

"Of course, of course you are. I am sorry, I should have guessed."

"Yes, yes, you should have. What do you want?"

"I, uh, I bear a message from Prince Surya."

His eyebrows went up.

"Of the Church of the Sun?"

The tiger nodded a few times.

"Yes, yes, he wished me to send you a message. There is a new ritual that he's been studying, one that he would wish your help with."

It wouldn't be the first time such a thing had been asked of him. Though Prince Surya had not often required it, the prince had asked him more than once to be the subject of a holy ritual that they had discovered and needed to test. His half-mortal, half-demonic heritage made sure that he would be affected by anything that targeted anything under the sun. His other half hated it when he did it, but considering the things that his other half wanted, he was more than happy to suffer a little pain to get a little revenge.

He looked over his shoulder. Saunak would be busy for at least two hours, possibly as long as four. He doubted that the little slut would be coming out of the harem quarters before then, and if he did, he would have other concerns than looking for his bodyguard. He'd have the time.

"What sort of ritual? And why did he send you?"

"Beg pardon, sir, but he did not say. He wished you to attend to him in the city."

"In the city?"

"Yes, sir."

"...What aren't you telling me?"

"Sir?"

Windsire lunged forward, his hand closing around the tiger's neck and spinning him around. The tiger cracked against the wall of Saunak's tower, and the horse leaned in, shaking his head.

"I said...what aren't you telling me?"

"I...I..."

"I know Prince Surya. We are friends. He would not invite me so far from the palace without an explanation, and he would not send a runner that I do not know without a reason. Either you are hiding something, or you are lying to me."

"I...demon..."

"Demon?"

He leaned in, feeling the pulsing waves of corruption beneath the control he had over his other side. The demon was swelling to the surface now, his eyes darkening once more, the world starting to go red. He leaned in, his face inches from the tiger's.

"Do you have a problem with demons?"

"Ugh...nnngh..."

The tiger's hand darted for his waist, but Windsire was ready for it. He grabbed for the tiger's paw, pulled it back just as it grabbed for something. He held it up in the air, and slowly shook his head.

It was a knife, but it was more than that. The blade was made of something white and shimmering, like the white-gold amulets that the priests of the sun wore. This was something different than just the usual assassination tool. He shook the tiger's hand until the killer dropped it, and then pulled him up a little higher.

"You weren't here to kill Saunak, were you?"

"No."

"Me?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"You're a demon."

"Half-demon."

"Enough to be feared. You...we can fix you...but I was to...kill you if I couldn't get you to come with me."

"You've told me enough."

The demon wanted to squeeze down, or worse, pull the tiger down and breed him right there and then, to corrupt and enslave him for more information, but Windsire held it back. Barely. The whispered moans in the back of his head about what his demon side wanted to do continued to ripple around in his mind as he let the tiger fall to the ground.

"You have a place set up, already?"

"Yes...I was going to lead you there."

"You'll do that now, then."

"What? Why?"

"I'm not going to let someone think that they can just set a trap for someone under royal protection and get away with it. Lead on."

#

The tiger - named Manoja - took him from the palace and into the streets. They went east, past the market district and into the tall valleys between the rapidly-constructed earthen buildings that made up the outer edges of the city. They were tall, the shortest five stories in height, the others more than fifteen. The taller they were, the further out of the city they went, forming a dip that led into the wealthier inner city.

Manoja led him to one of the in-between buildings, a former apartment block that was twelve stories tall, and opened the door. The stallion stepped inside, his demon half prowling behind his eyes. He could feel the sheer hatred in there, seething away, and for once, he didn't push it down, because he felt the same way.

He was doing what he was born to do. He was a guard, a power that would protect the royal family. He was there to protect the very things that these people were supposed to value so much, and they hated him for what he was. If they were so insistent on making him normal, he would let them see what they wanted to destroy for the sake of their own hate.

The demon flared behind his eyes, turning his eyes red twice before he forced it back down again. He grunted the second time, shaking his head.

Not now. I need to be in charge now.

You are going to die if you go in there without me.

I'm still strong enough to handle mortal people.

That's if Manoja was telling the truth.

He probably was.

All of it?

He shook his head, not bothering to continue the conversation. If something bad was waiting, then something bad was waiting. He wasn't going to make it worse by questioning the tiger now, particularly with all the other things that could go wrong.

They walked up the staircases, the stallion trying to keep his cool. He would give these people one chance, he decided. One chance to pack up their bags, to cancel their trap, and go back to their daily lives. He would let them have a chance to get out of this without consequences. If they chose to ignore it...

Then you let me out?

Then I'll let you out.

I'm already ready.

Indeed, his demon personality was already pushing at the bit, eager to be let loose to cause as much carnage as possible. Windsire took a deep breath, trying to push that need down. He didn't want to be thinking of killing or rending or corrupting or fucking while he was trying to be diplomatic.

They climbed and climbed and climbed, coming to the tenth floor before Manoja looked back at him. Windsire knew the look of betrayal, and cursed under his breath as it flashed over the tiger's face. The feline leaped off of the stairs, darting into the hallway connected to it, and the stallion yanked himself up the stairs after him.

He'd just run through into the hallway when the runes went off. The stallion screamed as holy light started pouring off the walls, blue and blinding white. They formed shackles, yanking his arms out to the side and trapping them in place. His legs were trapped in rune-lines, keeping him from running forward, with soft little salt lines to form a barrier in front and behind him.

The doors of every apartment opened, revealing over two dozen priests. Each one wore the two-bar symbol of the High Hall church, and he cursed under his breath. One of them, a camel, slowly walked towards him. Aged and wrinkled, the priest glared at him through drooping skin over his eyes.

"Young man, you have been a perversion upon the city ever since your conception. It is time that you were cleansed, once and for all, before your corruption can spread through the royal family."

"If you think that would ever happen, you have far less faith in me than I deserve."

"You are a demon. It is only a matter of time."

"Half-demon."

"You think that it matters? Any fragment of demonic blood is sufficient to make you a threat unto the world. You will be ended here, before you can do anything that would harm your betters."

The camel turned to the others, waving at them.

"Positions. We will begin the exorcism now."

As the priests darted around, Windsire closed his eyes. The demon was in pain, great pain, and it would be hard to pull him out now. Maybe he could get his other half to come forward, maybe get the other personality to listen and take charge...but he doubted it.

He looked at the walls, looking at the holy runes. Prince Surya had educated him about them, and he thought that they looked familiar. Traps, yes, activated and working much like bear-traps and other snares. They were at their strongest when they were first activated, surprising their victims and leaving them to tire themselves out pulling on the restraints. But what if he did something else?

Windsire looked at the priests, knowing that they didn't have much time. They were forming a circle around him, getting in place and on their knees. Once the prayers started, the exorcism would begin, and the pain would spread to him. He needed to hurry.

I need...I need fire.

It hurts!

Fire, please! You have to burn it. You have to burn -

Burn THEM!

No, the salt! Burn the barrier, give me more room to move.

Nnnngah!

The demon's fire was weak, compared to the normal blaze of its inferno, but it was still more than the ritual circle was made to contain. It burst out from beneath his feet, scattering the salt piles around, but not doing much more. The priests, intent on getting into position, didn't even seem to notice.

But it helped him. It weakened the seals around his feet, and with a great wrench, he pulled one foot off of the ground. The priests froze, staring at him, and he grinned as he stood on one foot.

"One last chance. End this now. Don't make me do this."

"You can't...you won't get free!"

The camel started to chant, but he didn't let him finish the words. Lunging forward with a powerful kick, he sent the camel stumbling back, falling over and into the two priests behind him. Windsire kicked back, feeling a muzzle crack against the bottom of his foot and sending someone else into the stairwell. Lunging sideways, he kicked into the wall, and freed his arm.

It was enough. With half of the traps broken, the demon recovered, and Windsire felt the heat surging through from below. The power of the demon demanded to be unleashed, and this time...

This time he let it.

Don't kill anyone else. Just break the priests.

Oh, I don't care about anyone else...them...they are all that matters...

Fire burst out through his feet again, heating the stone beneath him and burning through the remnants of the carpet that had once been there. The priests, old and young, went flying backwards, most with robes on fire. As they patted themselves, trying to get rid of the heat, Windsire felt himself pulled into the back of his head again as the demon took charge. His arms bulged, the power of the demon rippling through them, and his legs clenched as the muscles and stamina of unearthly power grew in. His mane whipped up over his head, and his tail curled into a dark-fire scythe of a cutting blade.

He took a step forward, steam billowing off of him as the sweat of the day was super-heated away. He took another step, and then another, the demon in charge now as it stalked up to the camel crawling away.

"Hehehe, you think that I'm just going to be satisfied with scaring you, old man?"

"I...we were purging your evil. Anything you do to us will only prove us right."

"Heh, I don't think you understand how this works, priest."

The horse stepped forward, stomping one foot down hard on the camel's ankle. It didn't quite break it, but it was on the verge of it. Any more weight on it would snap it like a twig. The demon leaned forward, Windsire intentionally remaining silent, just watching from the back of his mind.

"What you did? You just attacked a royal person. I came here to talk. Or, rather, we did. Heh. I'm just part of the package."

The demon slid forward, sliding his large foot along the side of the camel's leg, pressing it down on the old man's thigh, pushing the robe high enough that certain things were almost in view. Almost.

"But I'm the part that you're scared of. I'm the part that you want to get rid of. And you know what? I'm the part that doesn't care if you die."

"You...you'll kill..."

"Oh, I'll kill you, at least. The rest of them..."

The demon chuckled, pulling at his loincloth. It dripped, revealing the trap that held firmly along his sheath. The inside was swelling, and Windsire realized that he really couldn't feel it so much back in the rear of his head. No wonder the demon tended to taunt him. He couldn't feel the discomfort.

But...

He stared as the demon actually touched himself, realizing what he was doing. The chastity cage was straining, burning at the edges with demonic power.

What are you doing?!

Back then, I just had to suffer it. Now? Hehehe...Surya is nowhere near strong enough to contain me anymore.

The fire burned out from their skin, melting the metal that pinched their sheath shut, allowing his cock to spill out in all its glory. It hardened quickly, spreading out and rising up, the fire-marks of Hell spreading along the base of his cock and out along his balls. The demon turned around, letting everyone see their rising cock, before turning back to the camel.

"The rest of them...well, a demon deserves a harem, after all."

"You monster."

"Says the murderer."

A swiftly-summoned, swiftly-canceled ball of fire consumed the camel's face, burning it into ash in the space of a second. Stepping over the molten metal that was all that was left of the chastity cage, Windsire looked at the other two dozen robed priests. Half of them stared up at him in fear, while the rest were slowly pulling at their pockets and pouches, dragging out what little defenses they had. The demon chuckled, taking a step forward, and then another, walking past those priests too afraid to fight towards the ones that looked like they wanted to try and take him down.

"Let's see how long your little cult can last."

The demon threw himself down the corridor, poofing from one shadow to another with his powers over darkness. Blessings and banishments were shouted at him, each one a vain attempt to bring him to a halt. All he did was move faster, soon in range of the priests themselves.

He snapped the neck of one, and rode that one's body to get behind another. One punch broke the crocodile's spine, and the limp priest became a club to knock over two more. He followed the wave of destruction down the hall, occasionally throwing up walls of fire in front of him when the blessings got too intense and too all-consuming for him to dodge. The heat of the Hell-fire was sinking into the rock, spreading the corruption of its source through the building.

Windsire felt it, could sense the difference. The whole place was darkening, becoming...wrong. The use of all the demonic power was warping it, taking it from this world to something else. Not in terms of a portal to Hell, but...but more like it was taking on the characteristics of the lower realm. Demon essences started to grow, and he could see ethereal tendrils starting to sprout around them.

Not so much! We're changing things.

We're fighting for our lives here. I'll use what we need.

The demon pushed through the flame, grabbing two priests by the throat and knocking their heads together. There was only one left, a quaking, shivering tiger with a familiar face. Smirking, the demon advanced on Manoja, shaking his head as he walked.

"You thought that this was a good idea. Do you still think that, kitty-cat?"

"Nnngh...please...please no...I didn't...I just..."

Chuckling, the demon extended his hand, about to pull himself close to the cat when he heard something. A soft whoosh-whoosh, something flying through the air. He turned, and saw the glimmer of the white-gold knife flying through the air, end over end in his direction. There was no stopping it. It was too fast, he was in the wrong direction.

"No..."

CRACK!

The knife stopped, inches from his face, the blade nearly snapped in half where it was gripped by a huge red fist. Windsire and his other half slowly looked, and found a demonic stallion looking down at them. The big demon turned his head towards the far end, growling deep in his throat.

"Who...tried to kill...my son?"

Oh, no...

"Oh, yes."

#

When it was over, the High Halls church had been effectively destroyed. Windsire, his demon half, and their father had either killed or corrupted most of them. Most of those that survived were enslaved to their father via the older demon's magical, corrupting cock, while Manoja, the one that had started it all, was on his knees before the demon stallion, gasping and moaning even as his gaping hole dripped horse and demon seed. He had lost his mind completely, and would never be a threat again.

And we're releasing him as soon as I'm in control again, Windsire said.

Ugh, you are such a spoilsport.

Do you want to explain a mind-slave to the Mongoose Court?

Fine. But I'm finding somewhere to put him for when we're not on-duty.

Shadolm, their father, chuckled as he gathered up his share of the slaves, patting them on the shoulder.

"It looks like you still haven't learned to watch your back, son."

"It's not like it usually needs watching."

"True. But you better get used to it. I can't be here every time."

"Why did you come this time."

"..."

The demon sighed.

"I had plans for you, when you were conceived. I couldn't let go of them when your other half turned them down, and I was...disappointed in you. I thought that we could find a way to rule a good part of the world together, and have a good time with it. When he turned that down, well..."

"But you came back anyway."

"Of course I did. You're my son. You, and him."

Windsire blinked, feeling a weird sort of warmth as their father gave them a hug. It wasn't the same warmth as what came from the corruption, but it was still there. The demon let them go, and chuckled.

"But seriously, learn how to watch out for yourself. And...maybe come down for a visit again, later this month. We'll talk after a good romp with the incubi again."

"Sure, father. See you."

As the demon disappeared, Windsire sighed. He pushed himself forward, sliding into command again, and the demon pulled back. He had no loincloth to wear, but that was less of a problem than the fact that his cock was free for the first time in a long time, and that one orgasm in Manoja had barely done a thing for him.

One more round? Please?

"No. I said we're letting him go, and I meant it."

Even if it did mean that he had massively blue balls as he walked back to the palace.

The End