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The Life of Windsire

Chapter 6: A Spirited Debate

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By Draconicon

The steps to the upper levels of Prince Saunak's tower were long and arduous, particularly with Jayanta at his side muttering in his ear. Windsire shook his head, letting the words rain down on him.

"So, you want to live a life where you don't have to hide what you are, huh? I thought you were fine with the life that you had now."

"Will you stop it?"

"Not really. I was pretty sure that you were lying, but it was good of Sati to give me proof of it."

"I wasn't lying. I prefer this to what you want, and that much is the truth."

He walked by the harem room door, and didn't miss the look that his other half gave it. The demon wanted to have fun, wanted to spill seed and corruption the way that he'd been denied with the rhino, but he wasn't going to get the chance. The red door was marked with runes and wards that were made specifically to keep out harmful things. Anything entering the room with the idea or intent of stealing, corrupting, or harming those inside would be kept out. It wasn't targeted to demons, either; it was universal.

They kept walking, with Jayanta reaching around him and patting him over the loincloth. Windsire growled under his breath, his eyes narrowing as his other half groped him.

"You're not going to get what you want by doing that."

"No, but maybe you might get what you want. You don't want to hold back? Why do you bother wearing that, then?"

"Because taking it off is like taking away some of my defenses against you."

And that much was true. He remembered how Jayanta seemed all the stronger when things got physical, sexual, and otherwise more...intimate with others. The less clothing that he wore, the stronger the demon seemed to be. Taking off the loincloth might be more enjoyable, he supposed, but having it gone felt like it would allow his other half to jump forward all the easier, particularly with everything hanging out and swaying around.

Eventually, they reached the top floor. Windsire sat on the edge of the prince's bed, while Jayanta paced around in front of him, the demon side of him shaking his head.

"I don't see why you have such a problem with me. My lifestyle is perfectly fine, Windsire."

"Your lifestyle? You mean the one that you want to make ours."

"Well, yes. It's something that's more fun than what you do. Training all day long, having to prove yourself useful just to get noticed -"

"Who's lying now?"

The stallion crossed his arms. He wasn't the only one with self-delusions on that matter.

"I might have forgotten it, but Girisha reminded us both today. We might be a bodyguard, and it might be our job, but we're still the people that he trained and worked with since we were kids. We learned from him, we grew up with him. And he cares for us."

"Okay, so there's one person that matters."

Windsire shook his head.

"More than that."

"Oh, you're not going to go on about the whole family thing again, are you? It's investment."

"It's more than that, and you know it. You're just annoyed that our father hasn't been so available lately."

"He's busy with dealings down there. He'll have time again soon."

"Uh-huh. But he's not our only parent, not our only family."

Windsire shook his head. The more he thought about it, the more he remembered. He remembered one of the general's training sessions being interrupted by a suddenly avalanche from above, one of the towers breaking down and falling all around them. It hadn't even been their fault, for a change, but both of them had joined in putting it back together.

That was the day he'd met Prince Pankaja, one of the younger royals, and the mongoose with the power over Earth. They'd spent the day getting to know each other as they worked, and Pankaja had called him 'cool' more than once as he showed off how strong and fast he was during the project. That continued, afterwards, and it left a little warm space in his heart to hear that from the Earthmover.

He remembered the day he and Manu, the Courtmaster, had finally resolved their differences. Two years ago, when he had brought in proof of guilt to several horrible cases that the oldest of the Mongoose Court heirs had been juggling for years. His gift had resolved a number of things that had festered between them, and since then, Manu had been incredible, even going so far as to set up a vacation for him should he ever have the time to take it.

The princes and princesses had gradually opened themselves to him, seeing him not just as necessity for the guardian of Prince Saunak, but as a friend. He had taken tea and meals with most of them, and even the king -

"The king still doesn't like us."

Windsire glared at Jayanta, but that was one statement that he couldn't argue. Even with his evaluation sessions with the king coming less frequently than they once had, they were still regular enough to make the point that he was on watch. There was something in King Suresha's eyes when they talked, some sort of awareness and wariness that he couldn't explain. Whenever he asked Jayanta about it, the demon shrugged it off, putting it down to anti-demon prejudice.

Then again, they'd never had that conversation around Sati.

"Will you stop thinking about stuff? I thought we were going to solve this problem."

"And what is your solution for solving the problem, hmm?"

"Well, I was thinking we get a 50/50 split of the body, alternating days, that sort of thing."

"I'm going to say no to that."

"Come on! You can't ask for anything fairer than that."

"I can, and I will."

Windsire shook his head.

"You heard what I said. I'm afraid of becoming a total demon. Do you want to know why?"

"Hmmph. Because you're afraid of what you could do, I bet."

"Yes, that's exactly it."

"Oh, don't - wait, what?"

Jayanta blinked as Windsire nodded, the stallion standing up and walking over to his shadowy double. He poked the demon in the chest, vaguely feeling something solid under his fingertips as he did so.

"That's exactly what I'm afraid of. I've seen what you can do, and I know how powerful you can be. I know exactly how strong you are in a fight, and I know how fast you can break people if you get close to them. Do you know what that could do to everyone we know?"

"...Make a lot of fun times?"

"Honest appreciation would become nothing but stupid worship. Whatever chance we have at being accepted and maybe even loved would disappear. If we lost, we'd be banished, maybe even killed. If we won, that'd be even worse."

"Worse? How the hell would that be worse? We'd have everything that we could ever want."

"Yes, but in the form of brain-dead sluts that wanted nothing more than to serve us."

"And this is a problem, how?"

"And this is why I don't want to be a demon. That, right there, that way of seeing it, terrifies me."

He turned around, crossing his arms as he pressed one hand to his face. He honestly wasn't sure how this was supposed to accomplish anything, but with Jayanta being his other half, he had to try. There was every possibility that the demon would be able to overthrow him if he kept up this sort of deep focus on suppressing him, and if that happened...well, he doubted he would be able to get his control back, even with the mantras.

They had to come to some sort of accommodation, but that meant that the demon had to give a little, too. They had to both give up something, even if it meant that he had to give in to something he feared.

One of the demon's hands rested on his shoulders, and Jayanta chuckled.

"You really think we could get the whole family into a bunch of sluts for us?"

"For heaven's sake..."

"We're never going there, and you know it."

"That's not the point."

Turning back to his demon half, he grabbed Jayanta by the shoulders and pulled him over to the window. A vast expanse of the capital city of the kingdom was laid out before them, with the flat domes of the rich near the palace, with the buildings rising higher and more square the further out that it went. People walked from one place to another in wide streets, occasionally leaping out of the way of a rapidly-spinning boulder running down from the mountain or delivering people from one place to another. He gestured at it all.

"Tell me. Honestly. What do you see when you look at the city?"

"Honestly?"

He nodded.

"I see a whole crowd of people that need to learn respect, just like Prince Slut. I see a city that could easily be ours, if we wanted it, and I don't know why you don't."

"Because I want to see people. I don't want to see things. The minute that I let you out, you start turning them from one to the other. Doesn't that matter?"

"Not really."

"Why?"

"Because I am still getting what I want. I want to be let loose. I want to do what comes into my head when it comes in. I don't want to think about it, I don't want to hold back. I want to be what I am. Someone powerful, someone mighty, someone worth looking up to and following."

"And you're going to get that by making people into brain-dead slaves?"

"Why not? It's what father did."

"And he's never conquered any of our world, as a result. He loses what he needs in our world when he lets corruption get out of hand."

"What's your point?"

"My point is...if I let you out, we'll live like kings...for a while."

Windsire stepped away from the window, walking to the bed and sitting down on it. After a moment or two, Jayanta walked over to join him, the demon sitting at his side and listening for a change.

"We'll have everything that you want. We'll be powerful, we'll conquer a whole swathe of land and people, and have everybody devoted to us. We could wipe out the priests, even, and make sure there's nothing left in the land that can threaten us or cause us problems. It would be our perfect stronghold, where we had everything that we wanted without any of the people that wanted to take us down."

"And we're not doing it, because..."

"Because eventually, someone else would decide that we needed to be stopped. And they would be right."

"Are we coming back to the moral thing, again? Because I've always been shaky on that part."

"Imagine if someone came for our father, and decided that, because they were stronger, they would decide what happened from now on. What would happen if someone managed to chain Shadolm and turn him into a cock-worshiping stallion that thought of nothing but his new master's cock?"

Jayanta's mane flared upwards, and he could feel the sheer heat coming off of his other half. The demon obviously didn't like that idea, and the red eyes of the horse demon glared into his.

"I would burn them to the ground to see him freed."

"And how long do you think it would take before Aparajita's allies would feel the same about getting this place saved again?"

"But...we're strong enough to take it."

"So would be the person that managed to turn father into a slut, but we'd still go and fight them over it."

"We?"

"...We, yes. He does care for us, after all."

Jayanta chuckled, but it didn't last long. The demon leaned forward, his hands on his shadowy knees, and sighed under his breath.

"So, you won't let me out and take control if I'm going to run around doing things like that, huh?"

"Not really, no. That's a hard limit."

"That's a hard one to negotiate around."

"It's not one that we can break. The royal family might let us do it, but the people won't, and neither will anyone else that we manage to piss off."

"I guess..."

The demon looked ahead, and Windsire went quiet. He could feel the thinking going on through the barrier between the two of them, knowing that the demon half was considering his options. He was curious what would be the final solution on this particular matter, but he knew that he had to stand firm on a few things. The question was, what would Jayanta want him to give up in return?

The silence stretched on, and Windsire shifted back and forth, the loincloth shifting around over his groin. Without even looking, his other half reached over, shifting the loincloth out of the way before going back to thinking.

"What was that for?"

"I want it out in the open. You keep it hidden all the time, but come on. We're alone right now, I can have our body on display if I like."

Not wanting to make it a point of contention, he didn't argue, even though he was all the more conscious of how he looked, now. The dark, folded skin of his sheath was easily seen in the mirror across the room, as were the heavy, nearly fist-sized balls that hung down between his legs. They rolled slightly as he shifted his position, and the wide head of his shaft looked like it was about ready to start spilling out of his sheath.

Even now, he could see the old marks of corruption along the sides of his sheath, the slightly lighter parts of the fur where the Hell-fire would sprout when Jayanta was in control. The look of it reminded him of the time when they were fucking Manoja four years ago, when they were using that little traitor of a priest and filling him with cock and cum. He shivered, trying to push the memory out, but it was still enough to make his cock start rising.

The head pushed out a few inches, and his other half chuckled, reaching over and grabbing just under it. He grunted, biting his lips as he looked back at his other half.

"You know this isn't normal."

"And anything else we do is?"

Getting a handjob from one's other half was hardly something that was new for a couple, but it was something that he tried to resist in the past. But now...he could give the demon some leeway. As Jayanta stroked him slowly, encouraging their cock to rise upwards, he felt the tingles of pleasure grow heavier and heavier. He kept an eye on the mirror, wary of tricks that might allow the pleasure to turn to corruption, but for now, it seemed safe enough.

As the handjob continued, the demon hummed to himself. It was more of a considered sound, rather than something that was in any way musical. Windsire wanted to ask, but kept his mouth shut.

The slow stroking along his shaft soon had him at full size, a foot and a half long with a flared tip that was wider than the rest of the shaft by some way. The dark length was dripping at the end already, and so far, there was no corruption. He could feel the swelling in his balls, however, knowing that they were churning and ready to start production at the slightest provocation, and groaned.

"Not too far, Jayanta."

"I'm not going too far. I know our body better than you do."

"For fighting, or for sex?"

"Both."

The demon chuckled, looking down at him.

"You realize what I've done with this thing? The tiger back then was not the first that I infected with corruption, nor the last."

"I know you tried others, but -"

"Oh, it's not just that I tried, you know. I succeeded with others."

"What do you mean?"

"Where do you think half of the information we find comes from? You handed control over to me for the fight, and I took it further. When the fight was over, I took my prize, and then kept it. I have some control, much as you think I don't."

"...What did you do, Jayanta? What did you do?"

His other half chuckled, pulling his hand back from his cock before standing up. The stallion shadow stepped away, walking over to the window as he sat back up on the bed. The silence extended, even as his balls begged him to keep stroking. He resisted the urge, though, instead waiting for an answer.

"Do you remember the naga attack, four years ago?"

"Yes, of course."

"I beat him after you were hypnotized, but I did more than that."

The demon turned to him, chuckling.

"I made us rape his mouth. I fucked him, used him, filled him with my corruption and cum. I made sure that he would never think to oppose you or I ever again."

"..."

Jayanta smirked.

"He's visited us twice, you know. He's come while you're asleep, and I've woken us up and taken the information that he's given us, brought fresh from the meetings with the Hood itself. And then, before he goes, I fuck him again. I give him exactly what he wants, exactly what he needs, what he can't stop thinking about when I'm not around. He comes to me because I've made him want it, made him need to serve me. And because of that..."

The demon gestured around them, incorporating the room they were in, the palace, and somehow all of the city in the gesture.

"Because of that, the world is a better place, wouldn't you say? All those plans of the Hood, thwarted by you and me...all those lives saved...all those people that will live without being hypnotized thralls of snake rulers...all because of me and my corruptive power."

"...I don't think you planned it that way."

"Of course not. But it's a lovely little side benefit, don't you think?"

Jayanta chuckled, even as Windsire tried to process the information. If his other half was right, then the personality had grown far stronger than he had ever imagined happening. The fact that the demon could come out while he was asleep and use his body without permission was terrifying enough. The fact that he had blank spots in his memory from after the fights where this could have happened again...

"How many?"

"Hmm?"

"How many people have you corrupted like that?"

"Hmmm, I'd say about six. Not enough, really, but it's a start."

"You have a harem of your own, then."

"Oh, not anywhere near. They're all having to do their own thing, and you keep me here too often for me to go visiting them and getting what I want. Not to mention keeping me from using Prince Slut."

"That's something we agreed on."

"I know, I know. But that ass..." The demon gestured, and they had a shared memory of the many times that the prince had exposed himself, shaking that rump back and forth. "You know it would be good."

"And we'd be just the latest people to fuck it. And besides, we are his bodyguard."

"Does that mean that Girisha is on the menu, then? We could have some fun with getting that experienced ass bouncing on our cock."

The stallion started to shake his head before another memory popped into his mind, likely supplied by the demon in a 'helpful' manner. The thought of the older mongoose in the sauna, when they'd both been relaxing. He was fit, very well taken care of, and when he had dropped that towel, Girisha's ass had been something to behold. Thick with muscle, hard and supple, with well-defined cheeks that looked chiseled out under his fur, it had almost made him get hard without the demon's interference.

Jayanta laughed as he blushed, leaving him shaking his head.

"It's...tempting, but we need to find some way around the corruption first."

"That's half the fun. Come on, you have to let me have that. And you can't deny that it's useful."

"On our enemies, not on our allies or friends."

"Fine, fine, okay, I'll give you that one. The corruption only is used on people that aren't friends or allies."

"...Fine."

He knew the wording favored his other half using it on strangers that hadn't been classified yet, but it was a good enough bargain for him to go with it. At least it kept the Court and some of the other people in his life safe.

"Alright, then let's talk about one of the bigger issues, then."

"And what's that?"

"When do I get to have the body?!"

The shout hit him, and so did the heat of Jayanta's corruption and power. He felt it rushing down his arms and legs, filling him from the crotch outwards, and the shine of the Hell-fire marks around his balls and cock started to flare. He groaned, forcing it back down again, forcing himself to shake his head and push back against the demon's power. Even though it made his cock feel so good...

"Wait!"

He forced the demon back from full control, panting softly from the mental exertion. The pair of them stared each other down.

"Wait. Just. Hear me out on this one."

Windsire took a few deep breaths, trying to pull himself back to some sort of calm state. It wasn't as easy as it usually was, but...he managed it. Somehow.

"There's a different solution for this."

"And what's that, hmm?"

"When I am on-duty, then I'm in charge. When we get into a fight, you are in charge, with two stipulations."

"...Name them."

"First, you don't corrupt anyone where other people can see. No repeats of today, grinding and corrupting the rhino where everyone else was watching. Even if they were alright with it this time, I don't think that'll happen when our life isn't under immediate threat."

"...Fine. And the other?"

"Second, if you do corrupt someone, prove that you have control enough to hold back and still leave them intelligent. No more doing what we did to Manoja. If the naga you corrupted is smart enough to hide in plain side among his own organization and spy for us -"

"He is."

"Then you can do the same thing with the other people that you corrupt. No more making little mindless puppets. Just...do it the right way."

"I can live with that. So, you are in control when we're on-duty, except during fights. And when we're off-duty?"

"That's...the hard part."

Because if they were off-duty, then there was nobody else around that might be able to hold them back, as a general rule. They didn't have a lot of off-duty time, perhaps between 3-5 hours when Prince Saunak was around, longer when he wasn't. But that was still plenty of time for the demon to cause trouble if he wanted to.

Jayanta crossed his arms, obviously waiting for an answer. Windsire wanted to just deny the demon any more time out, but he knew that wasn't fair, and would eventually push his other half to fight for more. He needed to make it good enough for the pair of them to be in accord, for the need for more to be less than the need to keep what he had.

But how?

"Heh, do you want me to keep stroking you while you think, Windsire?"

"No. I want to be able to think clearly, not like you."

"You really are a pain, sometimes. You could just let me have most of the time off controlling the body. It's not like you do much with it, anyway."

"I attend different meals and other functions with the royal family. That's more than what you'd do with it, going out and fucking and conquering everything in sight."

"At least that would do something useful with the body."

"In your eyes."

"Just like what you do is useful in yours."

They glared at each other again, but the exchange hadn't given him any ideas. There had to be something, but...

He blinked. The amulet that the rhino had worn had been something surreptitious enough, but it was the first thing that Jayanta had gotten rid of during the right. He glanced up again, cocking his head to the side.

"That amulet that the rhino was wearing."

"What about it?"

"Was it keeping you from burning or corrupting him, while he wore it?"

"It made it harder, yeah. Didn't feel too good to touch, either."

"Would it hurt you if you were carrying things like that in a pouch?"

"...I don't like where this is going."

"I don't like the idea of you having full control of our body for hours at a time, either, but I'm trying to work with it."

"Well...no, if the amulet was not touching us, then it wouldn't hurt. Why?"

"What if you carried a pouch of them around, and handed them over to the people that you spent time with? That way, they would choose whether they wanted the corruption or not."

"Are you - willing corruption? Where the fucking hell is the fun in something like that?"

"It's the best idea I can think of. And it's all we have right now. We can come back and decide on other ideas later, but it's the only thing I can think of right now. Take it or leave it."

Windsire braced himself, knowing that it wasn't the best of deals that someone could be offered. It was essentially saying that his demon half could be let out, as long as the world was padded against him. He knew how bad it was to say, how much it showed a lack of trust for his other half, but that was the thing. He didn't trust Jayanta, not with the safety of other people, not when his own wants and ambitions were foremost in his mind.

The demon glared at him, and he knew that the thoughts were mutual. He crossed his arms over his chest, letting Jayanta pace around, feeling the air in the room heating up as the demon considered his options, pushing them around this way and that behind the mental barrier between the two of them. He didn't bend, didn't break on this.

Finally, Jayanta sighed.

"I'll go with that, but only for now. I want to make sure that we can come up with a better idea than making people safe around me."

"Better than me making you safe around them."

"Hmmph."

"And on the plus side, at least it's not another chastity cage."

"You were an asshole, making me put that on nine years ago."

"Hey, it made sure that Prince Slut didn't suck you dry."

"As if he could."

"If anyone could, it would be him."

"...True enough."

He offered his hand, and Jayanta took it. The shadow disappeared, and he felt the lust in his core rising up, his cock throbbing and dripping harder than ever. Corruption rose through the shaft, the slippery pre-seed oozing and shining with it as one of his eyes went demonic. Windsire groaned, rubbing his head.

"Now?"

Now. If you have to, we can cum in the fireplace or out the window rather than on the bed, but we're getting one out.

It was a fair enough 'request.' They hadn't actually finished while he was conscious for some time, and they needed it. He stood up, walking them to the window facing towards the city, and started stroking himself, working all the way up to the flare with one hand and coming down to his medial ring with it, and working the rest of his shaft with the other. He bucked forward, his flared head bumping his hand, and his balls swung up to meet the other one. Everything felt so big, so heavy.

He saw some of the drops of pre falling out the window, sailing towards the ground. When he looked down, he could see it hitting a couple of flowers, the corruption spreading through them and making them longer, more vine-laden, and moving without the help of air or fingers.

Mmmph...was that...intentional?

Corruption does what it wants. The only thing that's a guarantee is that it's sexual.

Wonderful.

At least he was already close. He bucked forward again and again, the hand on the bottom of his shaft almost sliding into his sheath, while the flared head bumped against his other hand again and again. After a few thrusts, it was so slick with pre that the thick head was popping in and out of his fist, getting shiny and wet, and he could feel the demonic taint running through his body, getting hotter and heavier as his hide started changing color again, turning dark red and hot.

The sweat on his body burned off as steam as his body temperature rose dramatically, and he groaned as he felt Jayanta reaching through him, taking control of his arms and jerking him off faster, harder, thrusting into his fists the way that he had done with the tiger all those years ago, and likely the others that he had captured. He panted, his eyes closing tight as he imagined how much he was going to shoot. He hoped that there was nobody down there, nobody that would be caught in the deluge, but deep down, deep down where the demon and him were intrinsically tied together, he knew that there was a part that wanted there to be, as well.

"Mmm, you want it too, huh? Just once, to show your power, to show how strong you are, to have someone worshiping you because it's all they can do?"

The demon spoke through his mouth, taunting him as he was given a handjob by his own body, but under someone else's control. His hips thrust on their own, his balls swinging forward with so much corrupt seed that was begging to be shot out.

"Even if we don't get someone, you know it's going to change the world down there. You know the plants will become fuck-flora. You know the stone will weaken and trap people in place, like mud. Anything we loose this on will change, will become corrupt, will start losing themselves to us."

"Nnngh...I don't...I..."

"Just enjoy it, Windsire. For once, just shut up and enjoy it."

He had little choice in the matter. The demon was in full control this time, and he couldn't stop himself from humping away, thrusting his cock between his fists, using them like some sort of breeding tube. In and out, in and out, panting and huffing as his balls started pulling up, pre oozing fast enough to make his hands slippery and sloppy.

"Heh, just imagine letting this out all the time. This cock, always on display, people knowing what they could have if they just reached out for it. Maybe we should let people see what it'd be like to lay with a demon."

"You're not...going to go...that far."

"You'd be surprised."

The demon chuckled through his mouth, but there was no more waiting. With a moan, Windsire came, shooting his seed through the window and to the grounds below. The demon chuckled, while Windsire blushed, guiltily. They were about to turn away, when suddenly their body froze.

Both of them felt a chill go down their spine. This wasn't either of them stopping the other, this was something much, much more powerful. And as they were floated from the prince's quarters towards the sky, Jayanta shivered and Windsire gulped.

They were being summoned by King Suresha.

The End