To Hold the Demon's Heart
Just a little something I wrote for a Friend (Yes, same guy as mentioned in my other stories.) I quite enjoyed doing it, so thought I would post it up here. This is my first "yiff" story to be posted here, and if it is a success, I may post some others. Interesting fact: I wrote this after completing the Magi's Tower quest in Dragon Age, after fighting the boss 27 times (The bastard kept killing me at the last second), so I was influenced by that and the Sloth Demon section in writing this little erro. The ending trails off a little, but it came out good enough. Enjoy
"...Aurialus Daemon!"
The last few words of the spell echoed across the room as the blood mage cackled manically, the spell circles spread out across the floor glowing with eerie demonic light as the girl in the centre of the largest sobbed into her gag.
"You're too late, Adventurers!" The magi gloated at the rag-tag party of fighters, throwing a series of fireballs at the already injured rescue party.
By some miracle they all managed to either dodge or block the spells, although the mage was catapulted against the back wall when her shield spell didn't work properly. The magi's eyes scanned over the group until he found the one he was looking for, his lupine face nearly splitting in two at the sight of the beaten up feline.
"You have returned to your Master, I see!" he roared, his body suddenly convulsing as he howled manically at the ceiling of the humungous tower's top floor, "I have perfected my techniques, become far stronger than I was when you were born! You are nothing but a step in the process! A failure! Now, let me show you what happens to the failed ones!"
The wolf's body erupted up, his skin peeling away as the massive demon exploded from his body, roaring wildly as it smashed open the roof, knocking huge slabs of the magical granite from which the building was made onto the floor. There was a loud scream as the party's thief was caught, a humungous slab crushing her foot as she tried to dodge. The Cleric tried to run to the sobbing jackal's aid, only to be hoisted into the air by the blue-black ocelot that was the group's secondary warrior. The young tigress was suddenly tossed into the air, landing lightly in the main warrior's arms, the humungous human nodding to the much smaller feline as they each vaulted over separate rocks, the man carrying the Cleric to their injured comrade, the ocelot heading towards the main spell circle.
" YOU CANNOT STOP IT!"the demon boomed suddenly, his deep, rumbling voice echoing painfully inside of each of the adventurers' minds.
"Wasn't planning on it!" the wild cat yelled as he launched himself into the centre of the circle, picking the terrified human as he spun her around to face him, a soft smile on his face, tears pouring down his as he pulled her gag free, "I am sorry, Neashka. I could not protect you as I promised, I am a failure who deserves nothing from yo-"
"Untie my hands so I can slap you, you dumbass!" The ocelot stared at the girl in surprise as she scowled at him, her face then softening as she pressed her head against his chest, "You did you're best, but I'm glad we get to die together, Arren."
"We're not going to die," Arren said softly, whispering into her ears, "You're going to be turned into a demon. And I'm...I'm going to become that which I fear most..."
Arren blinked in surprise when Neashka pressed her lips against his, slipping her tongue into his mouth just as the spell finished casting, the magic lifting both youngsters into the air as their bodies started to disintegrate. Neashka smiled sweetly at Arren as they were pulled apart, their forms crumbling in the ethereal glow.
"If you dare change," she said, a mischievous grin on her face, "I'll kick your ass so hard it'll come out your face!"
"Neashka!" Arren screamed at the girl as the last of her form dissolved into the air, "Neashka! I love you!"
And he was gone.
"Most people would be terrified, or overjoyed, at the thought of being turned into a demon," the black imp sighed as he prodded Arren with a pitchfork, wondering why the boy wasn't screaming in anger or fear, or even laughing manically.
"I'm not being turned into a demon," Arren stated, "I see they upgraded the bindings since last time, and tying upside down was a nice touch."
"Yeah, makes it easier to talk to you guys, don't have to fly up to look into your ey-Wait...What?!" the imp screeched, flapping up into the air as the chains wrapped around the young feline groaned, "You've been here before?! Hold on, a dark blue ocelot?! That means you're..."
The six foot thick pillar Arren was chained to suddenly shattered, the chains snapping as if they were old strings as the blast knocked the imp against the far wall.
"Yes," the voice echoed powerfully around the room, making the imp shiver as it tried not to bow to the sudden massive demonic presence emanating from the boy, who casually walked out from the cloud of dust and falling metal shards as if he were invincible, "I am the mortal who became a demon willingly...And killed Lucifer's second son to gain his powers."
The imp stared dumbfounded at the feline, his eyes glowing amber as he approached.
"You seem like a capable demon," he chuckled as the tiny creature fought to not run in terror, "I think I'll keep you."
"What?" the imp managed before Arren tapped the thick blood-iron collar that was around the imp's neck, trapping it in this form. The metal suddenly gave a groan, before disintegrating into sand that fell onto and clung to the imp's scale-like skin. The imp gasped as she felt the form binding magic disappear, her body suddenly contorted as she felt herself grow, her entire body elongating and filling out as the fur erupted out of long forgotten pours, her form no longer that of an imp, but her original body, a tall and slender demonic feline, her short black horns standing out in contrast to her crimson fur, a look of utter surprise and sheer delight on her face.
"Oh my Lord! What have you done?!" she giggled, wrapping her arms seductively around the taller male's chest, standing on her toes to press her head under the six foot four boy's chin, her height only being about five foot seven.
"Stolen you from your old Master," Arren replied calmly, looking around the strange room, blushing slightly as the shattered metal melted against the demoness' skin, forming into a simple form fitting dress which left her stomach and back bare, "You must know this place pretty well. Where would they send a young human female to be changed?"
"Oh! Her!" the demoness said in surprise, "She was to be turned into a Demon Queen, so the Blood Hall Maximus is probably where she is!"
"A WHAT?!" Arren suddenly roared, humungous wings suddenly erupting out of his back as he launched himself into the air, slamming powerfully into, and then through, the room's ceiling.
"You didn't even ask my name..." the demoness sighed dejectedly, blinking in surprise when something soft landed on her ear. Picking up the small feather, she stared at the grey piece of fluff in surprise, "Just like an Angel..."
Neashka sobbed as she was chained to the floor, the humungous creatures bolting the excessively large chains to the floor eyeing her lustfully, seeming to sense that she was a virgin. Before they had brought her up here, wherever this was, they had raped another girl, a tall and proud grey wolf, her demeanour declaring her to be an extremely accomplished warrior, until she could only whimper and moan quietly, all of her orifices stretched and torn as the demons had forced their enormous members into her, her eyes rolling wildly as demon seed oozed from her over used holes.
Neashka had then been forced to sit in the cell next to the wolf, trying desperately not to gag at the over powering scent of demonic fluids. After a while, another demon had entered, this one probably twice the size of the first three, and raped the poor wolf all over again, his rod eventually ripping her innards to shreds as he used the canine, laughing when he finished as he tossed the warrior back into her cage as if she were some piece of meat. Unable to believe that anyone could have survived that, Neashka nearly screamed when the wolf gave a soft gurgle, blood, semen and even pieces of organ now dripping out of her decimated body.
Thankfully for her, they had taken Neashka away soon after, bringing her to the strange place, the floor covered in archaic runes that had been carved into the evil looking marble, each line connected by a tiny channel, making Neashka wonder what this room could be for, to have the entire floor covered in the strange carvings that even she, a well practiced summoner, couldn't decipher. Kneeling in the centre of the room, on the only patch of floor not covered by carvings, a circle barely half a metre across, she looked up at the other end of the hall, at the defiant and confident looking demoness that stood staring at her, her huge horns curling around almost three times before petering off into razor sharp points, the intricate carvings on them showing she was someone of high stature.
Even Neashka couldn't help but look at the nine foot tall, cat-eared woman in front of her, her beauty as captivating as it was terrifying. Somehow she had managed to keep an air of authority about her despite being chained naked and spread-eagle to the wall. A sudden thud from within the wall made both of them jump, then the demoness scream as the blades erupted from the barely visible slits in the wall, the curved pieces of black iron slamming into and tearing at her flesh.
Suddenly the demoness was no longer a majestic and terrifying monster, now she was a simple women, screaming in pain as she was slaughtered for some unknown reason, her blood pouring into a wide channel that led straight in carving across the floor. Neashka watched as the blood filled every nook and cranny of the pattern surrounding her, a cold realisation washing over her as she realised what was happening.
The magic suddenly began, and enormous amount of power suddenly flooding the small human's mind as the demoness' power was transferred to her. She watched as an imp lifted a vial of red liquid above its head, intoning a strange incantation that Neashka found she could suddenly understand.
"Blood of Demon to give the form power. Blood of Master to give the form Control." The imp emptied the blood from the small glass vessel into the stream of blood, the crimson light shimmering from where it had been added.
"Blood of Lover to give the form Freedom!" the shout shocked both Neashka and the imp as Arren suddenly slammed into the ground next to it, punting it almost comically through a large window as he drew a claw across his palm, letting the drops of crimson fall into the glowing mixture, "Given fresh from the Lover's heart."
The magic suddenly exploded, grey light rippling through the runes that Neashka now knew were for transforming mortals into demons, the raging power inside her being quelled by another, more domineering force, which was itself overpowered by a caring, loving energy that forced the other power back after it had given Neashka the ability to control her new found powers. Suddenly, the spell was over, the demoness on the far wall now nothing more than a twisted and dried husk, which Arren suddenly smashed, gathering the dust into one of the large bottled he always seemed to magically pull from under his cloak.
Neashka gasped as the chains fell from her wrists and ankles, the demonic energy within her flaring up suddenly. She shivered slightly as Arren wrapped his arms around her, trying to calm the magic now churning wildly inside her.
"you'll get used to it...eventually..." he said softly, holding the no longer quite human girl tightly, "I...my only regret is that...is that I won't be there to help you..."
"What?!" Neashka shouted, pushing Arren back as he looked away from her, the pain clear on his face, "What do you mean won't be there?!"
"The spell was never meant to transform two people," he explained, his voice dropping to almost a whisper as he knelt in front of his love, "I only managed to get through because I was already turned. But I can't come back now...I can feel the powers within me returning to their original state, turning me into the Demon Prince I killed seven years ago..."
"But...but..." Neashka sobbed, falling back into his chest as she began crying uncontrollably, 'I can't lose you! I won't lose you!"
"I was never supposed to return," he mumbled, watching as she bit into her thumb, her new fangs easily puncturing the skin as the blood dripped down her lips, "I knew that If I did, I would never be able to return back there, to the real world. But I'm still happy that I have given you the chance to return, the freedom to not be controlled by that bastard Magi, as I was all those years ago..."
Neashka looked up into Arren's glowing eyes, as he stared down into hers, the emerald green orbs now shining with an inner light as the tears ran down her cheeks. Lowering her head, she began to mutter something under her breath, so low that even Arren couldn't quite distinguish what she was saying. Suddenly, she leapt to her feet, the magic she had intoned glowing in her hands, the blood flowing from her thumb gathering in the centre of the circle made by her hands.
"Neashka! What are you doin-!" Arren was cut off as the droplet of blood that had formed in her hands suddenly shot out, slamming into his chest as the magically charged globule exploded inside of him. He watched in stunned awe as, using magics she had obtained barely ten minutes earlier, Neashka took some of her own blood into her mouth and stepped towards him, resting her hands on his chest as she leant up to wards him.
"Blood of Lover to give the form Freedom," she said as the red liquid moved around in her mouth, making her slur the words slightly, the magic still as powerful as ever however, "Given fresh from the Lover's heart."
Arren pushed back as she kissed him, wrapping his arms tightly around her as the blood slipped into his mouth. Drinking it hungrily, he felt the clear, loving magic wrap around him, enveloping, then shattering the chains that had bound his heart for the past seven years of his life. This sudden freedom washed over him as tears began to pour from his eyes, happiness building in his chest until he felt he could explode. Breaking the kiss, he looked down lovingly at the transformed girl, chuckling at her when she gasped loudly as he licked her new feline ears, running a hand over her scalp to find no horns had appeared on her head. Giving a quick check, Arren ran his hands over her entire body, making Neashka moan as she did the same to him.
She shuddered as his exploring hands found her rear, and something else as well. Without hesitating, he reached into the back of her loose pants and ran his hand over her rear, making the girl blush intensely, then gasp loudly as he gently grabbed hold of something sensitive, pulling the blood red tail out from its hiding place.
"Oh gods," Neashka moaned as Arren began stroking the new appendage, straightening out the fur, "That feels...incredible!"
Arren chuckled as he continued, kissing her head gently as he let his own tail wrap around them, releasing her tail to allow them to twist and wrap around one another. Neashka murred happily into his chest as he held her, giggling as his hands continued to explore the young woman's form, running over her now fuller hips and slim stomach, making her gasp when a jolt of pleasure coursed through her as he gently fondled her breasts.
Neashka blushed deeply as she pressed against his hands, using her own hands to make his squeeze a little harder, heat building up inside of her stomach as she help his hands to her chest.
"Every time we've managed to get this far before," Neashka jumped when Arren suddenly spoke, "Someone would come and interrupt us. No matter if we were in an Inn, or camping in the wilderness; your brother, Lara or Tora would end up either walking in on us or stumbling across us."
"Yeah," Neashka laughed, pulling herself closer to Arren as she blushed, wrapping his arms around her and placing his hands on her rear, 'Yeah, they always would...But they're not here right now..."
"Neashka?" Arren asked the bright red neko as she sniffed, startled when she suddenly pressed her lips back against his, slipping her hands under the armour plated jacket he wore, undoing the clips on his breast plate and letting it fall between them. Arren pressed back into the kiss, slipping his hands up her back until he came to the back of her collar, undoing the tie that held her summoner's robe on. Carefully loosening the lace, he paused long enough to let his jacket slip off his shoulders and allow Neashka to pull his shirt off over his head.
"I love you," she whispered as her dress began to slip down her shoulders, Arren catching it as it reached her knees, allowing her to step out of it, leaving her in only her underwear. Arren grinned at her, draping the long robe over her shoulders as he wrapped his arms tightly around her, lifting her, then carefully lowering her to the floor as they kissed passionately. Working skilfully, Neashka undid the tie on both his pants and underwear, while he kicked off his iron shod boots. Arren wasted no time either, gently undoing her bra and slipping her panties down her thighs as he stared at her slender form, her smooth, tanned skin as soft as ever, the only difference was the series of thin black line that ran in a flowing pattern from one breast, down around her belly button, the back up to the other breast, the sight of which made her blush as Arren stared at her body.
"You're so beautiful," he breathed, crouching over her and lowering his head to her stomach, running his rough feline tongue up her body until he reached her chest, where he began licking at her nipples, making the young half-demon moan loudly. Neashka gasped when she felt something hot and hard press against her inner thigh, biting her finger gently and looking away, her face completely red as Arren continued to lick at her chest, slowly moving upwards to her neck. Neashka moaned and gasped as she twitched uncontrollably beneath him, her mouth hanging open when he raised his head to kiss her, both pushing their tongues as deeply into the others mouth as possible.
Arren raised himself off of Neashka a bit, looking down into her glowing green eyes as she stared into his amber ones. Without a spoken word, Arren aligned himself, pressing gently against Neashka's folds as the girl wrapped her arms tightly around his chest, bracing herself for the pain she knew would come. What she hadn't been expecting was the pleasure, the sheer, unadulterated pleasure that forced its way into her body as Arren's member sank deeper into her. Unable to stop herself, Neashka dug her nails into Arren's back moaning in ecstasy as he finally reached her barrier.
"Do it," Neashka gasped before he had time to ask, "I want to be with you forever, so make me yours..."
Arren smiled down at her, resting his head against her shoulder as he pulled out slightly, before thrusting back in, making Neashka scream in pleasure as he shredded her hymen and hilted in her in one swift movement. The mixture of pleasure and pain was too much for the young girl, her body stiffening as she orgasmed, her inner walls trying to drag Arren's meat even deeper despite the head already tapping against her cervix. Neashka moaned happily as Arren began to pump in and out slowly, letting her orgasm drop slowly as she held onto him tightly.
It did not take long for Arren's movements to start becoming erratic, as he began to push into her faster, making Neashka moan in pleasure again. She held on tightly as he suddenly began pounding into her violently, his head smacking against her cervix, the slight ache it caused making her orgasm rise all the faster. Suddenly, she felt something pop inside of her, the pleasure surging through her body suddenly doubling as the slight pain in her loins suddenly tripled. Arren had broken through her cervix, the head of his shaft now lodged firmly in the most inner part of her sanctum. Giving a low moan, Arren gave one final push before pressing his lips to Neashka's, his hands holding her head against his. Neashka could do nothing more but hold on as Arren came inside of her, her second orgasm grabbing her and ripping her from her body, throwing her into a swirling pot of colours, love, pleasure and pain, her eyes rolling back in her head slightly as she clung desperately to the man she loved.
Eventually, both of them came down from their highs, Arren still leaning over Neashka as they lay on her robe. Arren kissed her gently, making both moan when he pulled his now limo member from Neashka's womanhood, a bright blush on both their faces.
They dressed in silence, glancing back at each other occasionally to blush and smile. When they had both finished, Arren wrapped one arm Neashka shoulder and led her out of the huge room, turning to kiss her gently on the head as they walked through the massive doors that led into the room, Arren helping her through the huge hole he had made when he had entered.
"My Lord!" the sudden shout startled both of them as the imp from before, now in her original form, leapt onto Arren's chest, "I am so glad I found you, my Lord! They are after me! Please help me!"
"What? Who are after you?" the sound of shouts and clanking armour answered Arren's question as about twenty heavily armoured demons marched around the corner, halting about twenty metres away from the pair. The most heavily armoured demon, most probably this group's leader, stepped forwards and stared at the three young demons in front of him.
"You are outnumbered!" he barked, "Surrender or die!"
"Arren?" Neashka whimpered, pressing up against him as he scowled down at the demons, "I...I feel weird..."
"What?" Arren glanced at Neashka, who had started to glow slightly, her body suddenly becoming translucent as she began to disappear right in front of him once again, "Don't worry, you're only going back. You don't have to be afraid."
"But why aren't you coming back too?" she shouted, grabbing onto his arm as her hands disappeared.
Arren just smiled at her, kissing her softly on the lips as her tears poured down her nearly invisible face, "I already told you, I can't return. And anyway, this place is the source of that bastard Magi's power, someone has to stay here and destroy it."
"But-!"
"I love you, Neashka," Arren sighed, watching as she vanished, "Nothing will ever change that. You have a part of me in you, as I have a part of you in me. But you can't stay here, and you can never return. Anyway, you have your brother to think about, he's probably on the verge of killing himself because you've vanished."
Neashka could only stare at Arren's smiling face as everything around her faded, filled with a brilliant light.
The demon laughed down at the spell circle as the light faded, the girl kneeling inside of it sobbing loudly, her blood red feline tail laying limp on the ground and her ears pressed flat against her head , his voice booming inside the small room, " The fool! He knew he would never be able to return if he went back there! And now the imbecile has sealed himself in my domain for all eternity!"
"No," the word was spoken softly, yet it rang clearly through the room, even drowning out the demon's laughter, "He will destroy you. Do you not feel your power weakening?"
The transformed Magi looked down at the tear streaked face of the girl in front of him, suddenly realising that something had gone wrong in the transformation spell, and that what she said was true, his power did seem to be failing him, and far too quickly for his liking, " That littl e bast ard , I'm go in g to destroy him!"
"No you are not," Neashka said calmly, looking the Magi in the eyes, "He has already destroyed you."
The Magi backed away from the girl, who simply stared at him, drawing a thin dagger from a fold of her robe. Fear made his blood suddenly run cold as he heard a sound behind him, spinning around to see the other three members of the party, the thief's foot already healed as she held both her daggers out in front of her, crouched in a fighting stance, the human warrior with his great sword drawn, staring down in fury at the now weak magic user.
"I...I...spare me! Please! I beg of you spare...me..." the Magi's words trailed off as he toppled forwards, the other three adventurers staring at Neashka in amazement as she raised the bloody dagger above her head.
"With this blood that once bound, and this gift that was given, I call upon the one who holds my heart, and whose heart I hold. Tear through the world, dismiss space and time, and bring the one meant for only me to my side, so that we may walk together once again!"
The incantation echoed through the hall, the circle beginning to glow once again as the Magi's body suddenly convulsed, dissolving into liquid light as it spun around Neashka's body, the air filling with a loud thrumming as a crack began to form in the air in the centre of the circle.
"Shall I sing you a song, uh...You know, I never got your name?" Arren said apologetically to the feline demoness standing beside him, the head guard starting at them in amazement, still stunned by Neashka's sudden disappearance.
"Annalla," the demon replied, smiling nervously, any sign of a blush hidden under her deep red fur, "My Lord."
"Well then Annalla, shall I sing you a song?" Arren repeated.
"My Lord, I mean you no disrespect, but I don't think now is the best time to sing anything, except maybe a spell." Annalla replied, stepping back as the demon guards seemed to recover from their initial shock, now advancing on the pair.
"Heh," Arren laughed, pulling a long pole from within his jacket, "I forgot, you probably don't know all that much about me. Back in my world I am a legendary, and somewhat infamous adventurer. My singing can turn the hearts of men of stone to steel, or to dust. Back on my world, I have a very special name, would you like to hear it?"
"My Lord," Annalla watched as Arren finished pulling the long scythe from his jacket, the blade about three feet long, while the shaft must have been at least six and a half feet long.
"I am...was called 'The Singing Sin'," Arren sighed, "Now, let me sing you a song of victory, my servant."
Arren opened his mouth and let the soft tones echo down the hall, his voice growing in strength as he stepped towards the guards, now only about ten metres away. The almost guttural, wordless song began to ring in Annalla's head as she felt a strange sensation fill her body, like she could take down a demon twice her size and triple her strength with ease, The guards, however, seemed to have the opposite feeling, many stepping back as Arren approached confidently, the only one not backing down at all the leader, who shook his head vigorously, giving a loud roar and charging the slight boy.
Annalla blinked in astonishment. If she had closed her eyes and instant earlier, she would have missed her new Master's movement, slicing the leader of the guards clean in half in an instant. The other guards turned and fled.
"My Lord?"
"Yes, Annalla?" Arren replied, lying back against a rock.
"Pardon my asking, but that woman from before..." the demoness trailed off, not sure how to ask the question.
"She is my world, my everything. For the past four years ever since I escaped the grasp of that bastard Magi, she has been my reason for living," Arren sighed, a happy smile forming on his lips.
"Then why did you let her go back?"
"A wise person once said, 'If you truly love something, you have to be able to let it go.'" Arren replied, "Basically, you can't let your love make you so selfish as to destroy your loved one's future."
"My Lord?"
"Yes, Annalla?"
"There is a crack forming in the air just above you," the demoness said, leaning over from her position sitting on top of the rock to look into the split, "I think I can see your lover through it."
"What?"
The room rocked as the floor crumbled, the other three adventurers having to leap back as the floor fell away, leaving only the glowing patterns and circles swirling around the now floating Neashka. The crack widened momentarily and they caught a glimpse of a collapsed castle, smoke and flames rising from the ruins before the crack vanished, a flash of light blinding them momentarily.
Tora, the tigress Cleric was the first to recover, sneakily using a low level healing spell to clear her eyes. Looking up, she gasped in amazement at what she saw. The dark grey wings beat the air as the angel like figure clung onto Neashka's still form. A slight movement of to her side made the tigress spin and stare at the blood red feline that had landed easily on a pile of rubble nearby.
A shout from the human warrior brought her attention back to Neashka and the strange dark angel. She gasped as his wings suddenly retracted into his back, disappearing from sight, and revealing Arren, tears streaming down his face as he collapsed to the ground, Neashka clutched tightly in his arms.
"You stupid, stupid girl," he sobbed, "I can't believe you did something so stupid, you stupid little girl!"
The three adventurers stared at the two half-demons, Arren having explained everything that had happened during their time in the demon world. Durlan, Neashka's older brother had tried to grab Arren when he had told them about their making love, blinking in surprise when his hand passed straight through the smaller male's chest, suddenly finding himself held above the feline's head with only one hand.
Fortunately for both of them, Neashka had woken up soon after that, and had immediately attached herself to Arren, sobbing into his chest and kissing him passionately. Durlan now stared at the two as they dozed against the wall of the cave they were using as a camp.
"They really are in love," he sighed, "Guess it can't be helped, then."
"Durlan! Are you actually accepting their relationship?!" the two other females asked in unison.
"Yeah," he sighed tiredly, "I can't really use the "You're not the same species," argument anymore, seeing as how they're both..."
"Demons?" Annalla finished for him, making all three jump and glare at the blood red feline, "What?"
"Finally!" Arren sighed happily as the group of adventurers and friends walked out of the bounty office, each of their purses heavier with the shared bounty, and Arren's arm wrapped lovingly around Neashka's shoulders, "Now we can relax for a few days before going on our next mission!"
"Bathhouse!" the three girls chimed in unison, grabbing the surprised Annalla from Arren's shoulder, which she had decide was her place ever since she had learnt how to change into a cat form a few days earlier.
"That isn't a bad idea," Arren chuckled, "We're both a little ripe ourselves. And I need to wash all this demon blood out of my fur properly. That stream was fine for travelling, but no I really think I need a ba-!"
"You know what will happen if you ever let my sister get hurt, right?" Durlan growled, yanking the chatty feline off his feet.
"I will destroy myself utterly," Arren said back, his sudden seriousness surprising the human warrior, "Durlan, I know your story. I know about your parents, and you now know about my past. And I know that this may be inappropriate after all that has happened recently, but I want to marry your sister, and I would like your consent."
The human stared at feline in shock, dropping him suddenly as he staggered back, leaning against a wall.
"I know this is sudden, and I'm prepared to wait for you to think about it," Arren sighed, leaning against the wall next to the human, "It's just I really love your sister and-."
"Do you remember that time, just after we had first met, when you saved my life from that dragon, then I saved you from being crushed in that rockslide it caused?" Durlan suddenly asked, cutting Arren off.
"Yes,"
"Do you remember what I said to you then?"
"You told me that we were brothers in life, because we owed each other our lives," Arren paused slightly as he tried to remember the words, "But what has that got to do with..."
"You are my brother in life," Durlan chuckled, "And now you will also be my brother-in-law. You make her happiest, and that's all I want...all I need, to see."
It was now Arren's turn to stare at the human in shock, a wide smile spreading across his face as he hooked and arm around the man's neck.
"Thanks...Big bro."
"Just don't call me that."
"Aww," Arren laughed as Durlan chuckled along with him, and soon both were laughing happily.