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The Life of Windsire

Chapter 7: A Convenient Outlet

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By Draconicon

Lifted from Prince Saunak's tower by the king's power, the half-demon horse submitted to the authority of the king and didn't fight the summons. He was pulled through the air, higher and higher to the top of the Spire, and held floating twenty feet away from the tower-top and the solid ground that it represented. For a moment, he was made to look out over the entire capital city of the kingdom before he was turned around.

King Suresha was seated upon the spike of the Spire top, the elderly mongoose posed cross-legged with his hands on his knees and his eyes closed. Windsire had seen him here many times before, the king using his telekinetic abilities to watch over the city, nudging little things this way and that to make sure that it ran properly. More than once, he'd felt the slight touch of the king's telekinetic power, nudged out of the way of a passing boulder or the heat of the fires above, and he'd seen others likewise saved from pain or even death due to the king's abilities.

It was rare, however, to be so summoned, and he was curious as to why. Jayanta, however, was shaking in the back of his head, trying to pull back from being in control in a way that the stallion had never seen.

What's wrong?

Oh, nothing, I just don't think it's a good idea for me to be in front right now.

He knows you as well as me. Why not?

Uh, let's just say that I don't think that it'll go well.

Windsire narrowed his eyes from the back of their shared mind, and pushed back, keeping the demon in front.

Why not? You wanted to share our body equally. I thought you'd want to have this, too.

Not right now, no. Let me out.

Considering how you're acting? No. What's going on?

Ugh...fine. Just...well, you'll see.

Windsire remained in the back as the king opened one eye, the monarch fixing them with a level stare

"Let me get directly to the point. Jayanta."

"...Yes, Your Majesty?"

"I have been wondering why my son's bodyguard has been behaving erratically for the last few years. Tell me now. Was it you who was causing all those little problems in the back alleys, using his body?"

"..."

The king didn't move, but suddenly the grip on their body tightened. Not sufficiently to hurt, but enough to warn them that it could. Windsire metaphorically gritted his teeth, and Jayanta's eyes widened as breathing got somewhat more difficult.

"Jayanta. I am not a wizard, nor am I a priest. I am not part of the politics of Heaven or Hell, but I am the ruler of this part of the world. I must enforce the laws that protect my people. And the behavior on the grounds today, combined with what I sensed between you and Windsire this afternoon in my son's tower, tells me that you have little respect for such laws. If I must, I will remind you of where you stand."

"You were the one that paid for my father to make me in the first place. You wouldn't go back on that investment."

"You are more than an investment, Jayanta. And so is Windsire. You are a person, and a person, however powerful they are, are still subject to the laws of the land that they inhabit. And one of those laws is the protection of the average citizen from corruption or control by an outside force."

The king floated them closer, Windsire staring out through the demon's eyes as they looked at the old mongoose. Despite the age difference between them, despite the fact that the demon had the power to crack the towers of the palace or destroy vast swathes of people without much in the way of effort, he felt a shiver of fear at the gaze of the king, remembering the reason why the reign of this monarch had been so peaceful compared to his forebears. Everyone in the nobility was terrified of his power to reach out and snatch them with his mind.

The demon shifted back and forth in midair, almost like a guilty child, and Suresha shook his head.

"You are acting according to your nature, Jayanta. I accept this. But I will not accept my subjects being turned into slaves at your whim. As you and Windsire protect my son, I must protect the rest of my people. Do you understand me?"

"Hmmph. Anti-demon, that's what you are."

"Perhaps, once, that would have been true. My attempts to keep you and Windsire caged when you first met my son were ill-conceived, as were some of my other restrictions afterwards. But this is not based in such sentiment, if such still exists."

The king lowered them to the top of the Spire, finally allowing them something solid underfoot. Despite the fact that they could fly to a limited extent with the fiery abilities that Jayanta had perfected over the years, Windsire heaved an internal sigh of relief. Having hundreds of feet of empty air between him and the ground was far from comforting at the best of times, and he didn't want to see just how hard it would be to stop their downwards momentum from this far up.

Jayanta grumbled, though, and he could feel the demon's irritation through the barrier between them. He shook his head, leaning against the barrier and whispering through it.

He is right. It is basically mind-raping them, turning the average person into your slut without any cause.

Ugh. It shouldn't be that much of a problem. He has thousands, hundreds of thousands of people. Can't he do without a couple?

And how long until everyone with sufficient strength starts doing that?

Stop it with the logic. It's not fun.

Windsire chuckled a little bit. Despite the fact that it meant that he lacked control of his body, he was starting to find being in the back seat rather fun. There was a chance to really mess with the demon from back here, turn the tables on him and be the pain in the butt rather than suffering from the demon doing the same thing to him. The horse shuffled a bit against the barrier as the king kept talking.

"You will not be punished for your actions thus far. You have used them for the betterment of the kingdom, for the most part, and I cannot prove anything else that you've done to the people that wasn't deserved. However. Consider yourself warned, Jayanta. If you decide to give into your desires and corrupt someone that has done nothing, then you will find yourself punished. Much power as you have, you are not the most powerful being in this city. And I can deal with your father as well as you, if it comes to that."

"Why does it matter to you? Why do you care what I do to keep from being bored?"

"Because you are part of my kingdom. And that means that you are someone that must be cared for, as much as anyone else out there."

The king shook his head, tilting it slightly as if feeling something. The old mongoose smiled.

"I suggest that you take a walk. Allow Windsire out again, and take a walk down towards the temple district. I believe you will find something interesting there."

"A demon, walking the packed streets of the temple district? Are you insane?"

"You are powerful enough to protect yourself, if it comes down to it. But more than that...I believe that an answer to your problem will reveal itself."

"Hmmph. I'll believe it when I see it."

"Then perhaps you should go and see it."

"..."

"That will be all, Jayanta."

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Windsire was back in charge as they wandered through the crooked, winding paths that were signature to the temple district of Aparajita. Earth and clay structures mixed with statues of gemstones, and the temples themselves stood out as great domes of marble and stone, little bumps that rose above the blocky homes that were the other buildings of this part of the city. The streets themselves wound and wandered through them like creeks across the desert, going wherever the cracked ground deigned to take them.

It was less packed than usual, with the midday rush heading more to the market or further into the entertainment part of the city, leaving the religious section moderately empty. The loincloth-wearing horse made his way into one of the central squares, standing with his arms crossed against one of the pillars that marked the corners of the open area. He glanced around him, taking in the debating priests closer to the middle of the square, and watching those that wandered around it with a casual eye.

I don't understand what the king wants from us out here, Jayanta muttered. It's not like something is going to fall into our laps. What sort of solution could we possibly find out here?

I think we'll just have to wait and see. At least it's better than being punished outright by him. What the hell were you doing that got him so annoyed?

Well...

He felt the demon holding something back, and pushed. Jayanta sighed.

Remember the naga that I mentioned, from a few years back?

Yes?

He offered to give me a chance to get revenge on the royal family. I told him no, of course, but...not for the reasons you might think.

...What did you say to him?

I told him that I didn't want him to have the chance to get at Prince Saunak or the others, because...well, because I wanted to be the one to do it.

Windsire's eyes went wide. His hands gripped a little tighter on his arms as he crossed them over his chest, but that was the only outward sign of what was going on inside. In his head, he turned to the barrier between them, slamming his fists on it.

You WHAT?!

I was still thinking about living life as a demon. Part of that is making sure that we have a large group of slaves and servants, a lot of land to rule...come on, it's not that far a stretch to consider taking over.

I can't believe it. I've been trying to fight to keep things going well for the country, and I have the biggest threat to it in my head.

Hey, you are me, and I'm you. We're both the biggest threat to it.

No, no, I'm not. You are. I'm not the one that wants to stick my dick in the royal family and turn them into slaves. I want to make sure that they keep ruling, and things stay the same.

And that's why you're boring. Look, I never actually DID it, but I talked about it a little bit with the naga. I still would like to make Prince Slut learn some respect, but...that's just a dream at this point.

...Make sure it stays that way.

He took a deep breath, slowly letting it in and just as slowly letting it out.

Well, that explained a few things. If the king had been watching the pair of them, and had seen that particular exchange a few years ago, no wonder he had been suspicious, looking at them funny. It would have looked like his son was turning traitor, or at least getting ready to. If he had been unlucky, or if the king had been the sort to rush to conclusions, he might have been executed thanks to his other half's ambitions.

Thankfully, Suresha was nothing of the sort, but just how close he'd come to getting hit by that metaphorical bullet sent a shiver through him.

You have really left this behind?

Mostly. Much fun as it'd be to rule the whole place, I don't think I could pull it off. Particularly with the king and Princess Shakti still around. They're too strong for that sort of trick to work.

And because it's wrong?

That's your reason for it. I'm still thinking it wouldn't be too bad an idea, but...you were right earlier. I can't just steal things away, not without having it come back to bite me in the ass. And nothing bites my ass.

"Excuse me."

Their conversation interrupted, Windsire took a moment to realize that the speaker outside of his body was talking to him. He slowly turned, looking ahead, and then down to see who it was. The crocodile in front of him looked familiar for a moment, then it clicked. It was the same one that had stopped at the palace courtyard to fix the rhino from earlier, still dressed in the same brown robes, still wearing the same polished wood and gold amulet that he had worn earlier. He nodded.

"Sorry, am I in your way?"

"Not at all, oh stallion. I just wanted to ask you a few questions."

"If this is about earlier this afternoon -"

"It is, and it isn't. Would you mind coming with me for a minute, though? I doubt you want to spend too much time in the open with all these people around."

"Which people are you referring to?"

"The priests, of course. Fuddy-duddies and stick-fucking assholes, for the most part, even if their magic is useful."

He blinked, but slowly nodded. The crocodile waved towards one of the roads that were leading off of the square, one that took them back towards the east. The stallion fell in step behind the brown-robed figure out of habit, listening as his new acquaintance rattled on.

"Heh, sorry about the suddenness of this, by the way. Just been looking for you all day long."

"Why's that? Doesn't seem like something a priest would normally do."

"Nice of you to call me that, but I'm not."

"Not what?"

"A priest. Never liked all the holy writ, I have to say. Bunch of sanctimonious, up-themselves assholes, like I said."

"And yet, you cast the same magic."

"Magic and faith are not necessarily the same things. Particularly when that faith demands demonization of people that don't really deserve it."

"Like who?"

"Like demons, obviously."

"...You are a very strange man."

"Well, you're putting up with my strangeness very well, so, that's a plus. No flying off into the distance just yet, so I must be doing something right."

"Something - I have no idea what you're talking about. Why were you looking for me?"

The crocodile looked over his shoulder, a slight blush on his cheeks.

"Tell you what. Let me buy you lunch to make up for all the confusion, and I'll explain everything."

"...It's going to be a very long lunch, isn't it?"

"Probably. But you can eat a lot, can't you?"

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The two of them eventually arrived at one of the outer restaurants that surrounded the market district, set up in a little hole in the wall building that had been re-constructed so that the balcony for the upper floors became a shaded outdoor section for the restaurant. The crocodile ordered them a platter of something or other, and then sat down with his back facing towards the street. Windsire took the other seat, feeling just a little out of place as he looked around. Most of the other people here were dressed in long, fancy, flowing wraps, with gold along the edges marking them as either wealthy or part of the Old Blood nobility. While this priest - or whatever he was - only had modest robes, it was at least still clothing. He was next to naked.

Good thing Prince Saunak burnt out my modesty years ago, he thought.

As if the prince could get rid of all of it. You're still embarrassed. Hell, I bet you'd be tucking that loincloth back around our balls if you could get away with it.

Not the point.

A ferret walked over, carrying a place of spiced hummus and warm bread. As the crocodile ripped up a part of the warm bread for himself, Windsire picked at it a bit more daintily.

"I believe we could, at least, go through introductions?"

"Heh, I guess that would make sense, wouldn't it? I probably should have thought of that back at the square. Surprised you just went off with a stranger."

"It isn't the first time, though it's probably the second time that the result wasn't a trap to kill me or...Yes, it is strange."

"Geez. Well, I'm Ankit. Former priest, freelance blesser, purifier, and whatever other work I can get. And you?"

"I thought you knew me already?"

"I know what you did earlier, but I don't actually know your name yet."

"Windsire."

"And the charming fellow sharing space in your head?"

"That would be Jayanta."

"Ah, that's what he calls himself. I was curious. He really did a number on that rhino, you know. Really powerful stuff."

Thank you.

"...He says thank you."

"Oh, he's hearing me. Then do tell him that he has a nice smile."

...Thank...you?

"He's more confused this time."

Ankit chuckled, and Windsire rather shared his other half's confusion. The crocodile was very strange, abrupt, but charming, and more than a little bit jittery. The chubby reptile leaned forward, nibbling on the food for a little longer, cheeks burning slightly hotter. Trying to sort through things in his head, Windsire cleared his throat.

"I do apologize for the work of my other half. I tried to stop him, but -"

"Oh, oh, don't apologize. I don't blame you for that. It was extra work for me, and I don't have enough of that right now."

"You...what, you're thanking me for letting him corrupt someone?"

"Well, not exactly. Not in the most direct fashion. That...sounds all sorts of wrong, doesn't it?"

He nodded, and the crocodile's head fell in comically fast fashion. Ankit sighed, rubbing the back of his head, looking like he was lost in thought for a few seconds.

"Ooooh, boy, this is not how I was imagining this would go."

"And what were you imagining? What were you inviting me out here for, anyway?"

The crocodile lifted his head back up, one eye-ridge lifting up in incredulity. Ankit gestured at them silently with both hands, gesticulating at them, at their body, at -

Ooooooooh.

The realization hit them both at the same time, and the demon and the horse were equally incredulous. Jayanta, he could feel, was more than a little flattered and shocked, particularly considering that the demon was usually the one that moved forward with their desires. Windsire, on the other hand -

"Are you...saying that you were trying to...set up a date?"

"Well, duh. I mean, not like you're not a looker or something, but - Oh, this is getting stupid."

Groaning, the crocodile dropped his bread back onto the tray. Before Windsire could process what was going on, the reptile had reached out and grabbed one of his hands from across the table. Somehow, Ankit had even managed to intertwine their fingers, squeezing.

"Look, can I just be honest?"

"...I would appreciate some directness, yes."

"You're hot. I mean, REALLY hot. You're a muscled stud that walks around in nothing but a loincloth, flashing side-ball and making it so that everyone gets a chance to see anything that they'd like with your body. Do you know how hard it is for some of us to actually get used to that?"

"I...haven't actually considered my appearance in that way."

"Well, kinda hard not to, on my end. I mean, you're walking around next to naked, and -"

He pulled his hand back, shaking his head and blushing. It was...very strange. He was used to the slutty prince's advances, but that was far more direct and less flattering, always pushing him to try and fuck as soon as possible. This was...this was different. This was someone that had all sorts of needs but had all the wrong words. The stallion shook his head, pulling his hands down to his side.

"Just...just what were you thinking? Exactly?"

"Honestly?"

The croc leaned forward, resting his head on his hands.

"I was thinking that you were someone that could be a hell of a lot of fun, and I thought you might like a chance to have some safe fun yourself."

Safe?

He felt the demon pushing a bit, and his cock rose up slightly beneath his loincloth. His cheeks burned as he imagined it himself, wondering how the crocodile would look under that robe, but he pushed it out of his head. That couldn't be what he really wanted. Nobody wanted that sort of thing with a demon, or with someone like him.

"I...must be misunderstanding. I thought you wanted to...talk, or something."

"Well, we can talk in different ways, but, here's the thing."

Rubbing the back of his head as he seemingly gathered his thoughts, the crocodile looked up at him. The green scales on the smaller male's cheeks were turning red with a slight blush, and he chuckled.

"Harder to say than I thought..."

"Just say it. It can't be that hard."

"You'd be surprised."

The croc took a deep breath. He started to say something, stopped, and when he started again, there was something different to his voice.

"Would you, uh, like to go have a little 'fun?' After the meal, of course. We'll want the fuel for it, but...would you want to go fuck?"

Despite the offer, Windsire couldn't help but feel that something had changed. Ankit had looked like he was going to say something else, something much deeper, but it hadn't quite come out. Almost like he'd pulled back. He opened his mouth to ask, but Jayanta rushed forward instead.

"Where and when?"

"Ooooh, there's a little different tone there. Jayanta?"

"Yes. If you're really offering, there's no way that I'm letting Windsire say no."

"Heh, I was hoping that he'd be interested, though. Isn't he?"

"More than he'll admit."

Hey!

"He is, even though he's embarrassed. But what's this about...safe?"

"Well, I am a priest. Or, was. I know how to keep corruption to a minimum, and how to purge it afterwards."

The two halves of the horse were silent, the implications slowly settling in. It was...quite interesting to think of it that way. The whole danger with letting Jayanta out was that his corruption would settle in and cause damage, and with no priests around to save them, then the corruption could become permanent and leave them marked with it for life. The idea of having someone around that they could just...

Let me forward again.

Their eyes changed color once more, the vision going from reddish to normal as Windsire stepped in front again. He shook his head, rubbing his forehead.

"So...let me get this straight."

"Well, would hope to get it crooked, but you can't have everything, heh."

The bad joke told him just how nervous the croc actually was about this, and he couldn't help but chuckle a little. It was nice not to be the only one out of his depth at the moment. He sorted his thoughts, and continued.

"So...you just want to get fucked, right?"

"Well, yeah. That would be a lot of fun."

He felt like there was something missing there, something that the former priest wasn't saying, but what it might be, he couldn't guess. He would allow Ankit to talk about it at his own pace, though, something that he hoped would happen sooner than later. Pushing on, he looked into the priest's eyes, trying to be as serious as possible.

"You want a sexual relationship. No strings attached. Just...demon sex."

"Well, demon and horse sex, if I can get it."

"You won't be hurt? You won't have anything corrupting you when...when Jayanta is going to town?"

"Not as far as I can tell. The corruption he left on the rhino today. That was pretty minor for him, yes?"

"About...about a four, I think, on a scale of one to ten of what he can do."

"Then I can handle him, as long as he's not deliberately trying to break me."

"...Are you sure? I don't...I do need this sort of relief, but I don't want to go further if you don't think you can do it."

"Heh, trust me, Windy. I can handle it."

"Windsire."

"Fair enough."

Despite getting what he wanted, the crocodile almost looked disappointed as he called for the waiter. The priest paid the bill for their little snack and stood up, the other guests oblivious to their whispered conversation. Windsire followed him back onto the street, rubbing the back of his head as he tried to think about what was going to happen in the future. He almost couldn't. Outside of Prince Saunak, this sort of invitation almost never happened. He barely knew how to accept it, or what it meant, let alone how it was supposed to go from here.

Jayanta, however, had other ideas. The demon leaped forward again, and they switched places, his mane starting to twitch as the corruption started to spread.

"How long until we get to your place?"

"My place? I was thinking of something a little more...direct."

The crocodile chuckled, leading them through a series of alleyways until they were so far off the beaten path that even Windsire would have needed to climb the walls to see where they were to get out again. The priest leaned against the wall of a nearby building, and hiked up the back of his robe, his spiky tail running down and flexing back and forth over a rounded, slightly sagging butt, but still very attractive. It was just a bit heavier than some of the cheeks that he was used to seeing.

Jayanta chuckled, the demon's cock already rising upwards, the flames of corruption starting to glow at the base. He stroked himself, and Windsire blushed as he watched the pre-show in front of him.

"You ever taken a demon's cock before, you little slut?"

"Once or twice, though it's been a while since I've had something...that big."

"Well, you'll get used to it."

"You think so? Heh, I'm almost hoping I don't."

"Oh, ho, is that the case, hmm? You want it to feel huge every time, you little holy slut?"

"Mmph...don't start teasing me...I'm already too eager for that thing."

"Heh, you didn't tell us everything, did you, Ankit?"

The demon horse stepped forward, grinding the throbbing foot-and-a-half cock against the crocodile's ass cheeks, the flaring head bumping the base of that thick tail again and again as he hot-dogged himself. Windsire blushed in the back of his head as he heard Ankit's soft moans at the touch between them, but Jayanta just pushed it further.

"You didn't just come looking for us because you thought we were hot. You liked the idea of a demon fucking you, didn't you?"

"Mmmph...maybe a little."

"You wanted to feel a big, powerful demon slamming his cock into you, feeling the corruption of Hell washing through your body. You wanted to show how much better Hell is than all those old Heavenly ideas."

"Mmmph...pushing it a bit, there...but not...completely wrong."

"Heh, I'm going to push it as far as I can."

"Mmmph...Fine. But you go too far - AH!"

The crocodile arched his back as the demon horse popped his cock in, the shivering priest gasping and panting as the horse started bucking his hips back and forth, hard and fast right from the start. Windsire groaned, panting in the back of his own head as he leaned back, blushing as he watched his thick cock popping in and out of the crocodile's hole, the shaft itself wide enough to spread the bouncy, rippling ass cheeks with every thrust forward. He clenched his fists at his sides, trying not to give into mental masturbation, but it was more than a little difficult.

Ankit moaned under them, arching his back and rocking his hips backwards, riding their shaft as he leaned against the stone wall ahead of them. The priest was gasping, clenching, squeezing on their shaft, and closed his eyes as Jayanta thrust harder, faster.

"That's it. You love that thick demon cock, don't you, you little slut? That's what you wanted. You saw us on the training yard, and you wanted to be that rhino. You wanted to feel this corruption, but you wouldn't have had us stop, would you? You'd have had us fuck you right in front of the whole barracks, make you into our personal little slut just for the hell of it, and then moan for more when we filled you with cum."

"Mmph...that's a...that's a fantasy and a half...oh gods, yes, keep going."

"Like I'd stop with a hot ass like this."

CRACK! The demon's big hand came down on that fat-ass, making it jiggle and bounce, and Ankit moaned louder. They fucked harder, faster, and Windsire could feel their flaming balls bouncing off of the smaller, scaly pair between the crocodile's legs. He blushed, knowing that they were using someone harder than they had done in years, and hoped that the priest's abilities were as good as the crocodile insisted that they were.

In and out, in and out, the demon went, sometimes sheathing the full length of his cock into the crocodile's ass in long, slow strokes, and sometimes popping the head in and out in rapid, shallow thrusts. Each use that they put Ankit through only made the crocodile hotter and happier for them.

The flaming Hell-fire along their cock and balls was glowing bright, the corruption hot and strong, and some little lines had spread out along the crocodile's ass cheeks. The burning fire of a demon had slipped into him, and Jayanta smirked.

"Looks like you're taking to it good, slut."

"Mmmph...a little doesn't hurt...I like it."

"Heh, I bet. Let's feel how much you like it."

The demon reached around, grabbing the crocodile's cock from behind. Ankit gasped, his eyes going wide, and the horse grinned.

"Hehehe, you like it a lot, don't you?"

Windsire could feel the grip that they had on the croc's shaft, felt that it was throbbing hard at a good nine inches, uncut and drippy as all hell. They stroked it, rubbing it, pushed it.

"I don't think that you need so much of this...For a bottom little bitch priest, I'll take a tax."

And just like that, Jayanta used his corruption in a way that Windsire never knew was possible. He pulled at the crocodile's cock, and sucked three inches away from it, dragging it down to a smaller size...and making them bigger. Ankit gasped out loud, his fingers clawing at the stone wall that supported him, and they felt him squirming, panting, and then clenching as he went over the edge.

The priest moaned loud, cumming hard around their cock, and Windsire shivered as he felt his own need skyrocket. If he'd been the one in charge, he would have cum right then and there, flooding the croc's hole, but Jayanta was the one in front now. He was the one that was in charge of their body, and he didn't want it to be over yet. Not nearly done yet.

Chuckling, the demon side let the croc finish, and then went back to hammering him. In and out, in and out, grunting and growling, his corruption flaring in heat that set the air to shimmering around them, the ground drying out and cracking under their bare feet as his demon side let loose, hammering away at that puckering hole, pulling the croc down on their shaft again and again.

In his head, Windsire came three times before Jayanta was done. His other half pulled back at the last second, and let loose with their seed, splattering it all over the crocodile's backside. It was shining with corruptive power in the demon's vision, spreading and soaking into those scales...

And then it stopped.

Ankit was panting, but speaking through it, warping the corruption away with a holy series of words. To both their surprise, the crocodile not only stopped the advance of the corruption, but reversed it, giving him back his old cock size and shrinking away the glowing lines along his ass. He even managed to tighten his hole back up, as well.

Jayanta whistled appreciatively, chuckling to himself.

"Looks like you got a few tricks there. You're gonna be fun."

"Heh....heh...does that mean...you'll want another round?"

"Hell yes."

Windsire slowly nodded as he came forward, taking control.

"It will...be a good outlet."

"...Yeah. Yeah, I guess it will. So, uh." Ankit dropped his robe again, blushing as he rubbed the back of his head. "Three more days? Dinner and, uh, then some fun?"

"...Yeah, three more days. Just for relief."

"Oh. Yeah...Sure. Just for that."

Windsire nodded, and shook the former priest's hand in thanks before heading out. For the first time in all too long, Jayanta was actually quiet, floating in his own mental afterglow rather than yammering away in his skull. It was...quite relaxing.

The End