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"Have either of you ever smelled bricks baking? Because that's what it smells like in here."

Nerai sniffed the air. He stared idly at the burgundy wallpaper and listened to the chatter of passersby. The courthouse was bustling with demons. Their shoes squeaked on the hot linoleum tiling.

Kazimir nodded, checking their nails. They crossed their legs and bounced their hoof in the air, fidgeting on the hard wooden bench. "It does smell like that," they said. "Reminds me of home."

Nerai raised an eyebrow and asked, "Did they bake a lot of bricks where you're from?"

The goat shrugged. "I'm from Sumer. We did a lot of that sort of thing," they explained.

Nerai recoiled. "Wait, you're from Sumer? Like, the bronze age?"

Kazimir rubbed their eyes. "Yes, dear. I'm from _that_Sumer. I wasn't always immortal."

"Our appointment is in three minutes," Niya interjected. Their lips pursed. "Look alive. These people don't accept tardiness."

Nerai looked at Kazimir in amazement. "You don't look bad for being thousands of years old," he flirted.

"You should've seen me in the Victorian era," Kazimir shot back. Their ears twitched. "It was utterly embarrassing."

Niya chuckled. Their posture was immaculate, their round breasts pressing against their violet dress. They poked Kazimir's breast and said, "Please, dear. You looked fine. The ruffles suited you."

Nerai eyed Niya curiously. He asked, "Are you from Sumer too, Niya?"

Niya didn't meet the dragon's gaze. They waved their hand dismissively. "A small village in Canaan, a long time ago," they said. "Your history books don't have any records of it. I'd prefer not to talk about it."

"Oh," Nerai breathed. And no one spoke.

The trio sat quietly, Nerai sandwiched between the two buxom demonesses. Nerai wore a blue button-up shirt and black slacks, both form-fitted to his body. But he wished he'd worn something lighter; the heat inside the courthouse was stifling. He flitted his collar.

"I must smell horrible," Nerai said. "I hope the Council doesn't notice my sweat from across the room."

Niya shrugged. "The Council members do not have tactile or olfactory sensory capabilities. You should be fine," they said.

"What?" Nerai exclaimed. "That must be why it's so damn hot in here. They can't even feel it."

Kazimir twirled their hair. They explained, "They're ancient beings. Haven't been mortal in... forever. They really don't have need for stuff like that."

Nerai scoffed. "Damn. Anything else I should know?" he asked.

"They're a hivemind," Niya said. "So don't try charming one over others."

As Niya finished their sentence, a lone demon stepped from the nearby chamber doors. The antique wooden hatches slammed against the wallpaper. "Nerai...?" the demon echoed, looking around before focusing on the well-dressed dragon. "Is there a - There you are."

Nerai stood, brushing off his pants. "Right, I'm here," he said. Kazimir and Niya stood and towered behind him. Nerai couldn't help but feel tiny.

"Follow me, then," the demon said, and motioned for Nerai to follow. The trio then did as commanded, passed the entryway, and disappeared into the dim Council room. The doors slammed shut behind them.

Nerai was gobsmacked at his surroundings. He never expected that the Council room would be so... huge. He, Kazimir, and Niya stood in the center of a circular arena. Thirteen demons, each at least thirty feet tall, surrounded its edges in gigantic golden thrones. Each Council member wore an identical set of violet robes. Some had prominent horns; others held ornate scepters; still others were covered in various rings, pendants, and charms.

"Ah, Kazimir. And Niya. It is wonderful to see you both," the Council member to their right bellowed. Their voice was gravelly and sent a low rumble through the ground. "We were wondering when such a promising pair would take their first apprentice. It only took four thousand years," they joked.

Kazimir rolled their eyes. They said, "Yes, well, it has taken this long to find someone who meets our standards, Council."

Another Council member motioned to Niya. "And you, Niya? I assume this man has your blessing as well."

Niya stepped forward, their chest puffed. "Yes, he does," they said.

Council grimaced. "I see you hold animosity in your heart. Explain, Niya."

Niya glanced at Nerai, then back at the Council. Their eyes rounded the room. "Nerai attempted to contain both Kazimir and I in inanimate objects in order to siphon our powers without consequence," they explained. "I confronted him and detained him. But after noticing his potential, I took him under our wing."

The Council hummed. Vibrations shook the room from every direction. "The Niya we know would not spare a mortal for such a grave mistake," they said.

Kazimir stepped forward and laid a hand on Niya's shoulder. They said, "I convinced Niya otherwise. Nerai entered a contract with me a year and a half ago. He's shown himself to be capable since then. And he has vowed to never attempt such treachery again."

The Council narrowed their eyes. "We would like to remind you how precarious it is for demons to harbor romantic feelings for mortals," they echoed. "Kazimir, such things have been disastrous for you in the past."

Nerai's face paled. Romantic feelings? Wait, what? Did Niya and Kazimir...?

"As loathe as I am to admit it, the boy is worthy of a title," Niya announced. Their voice was firm. "Both Kazimir and I have observed his magical training and the strength of his mortal coil. He was once a common thief, but he has changed."

Council hummed and beckoned with thirteen fingers. They ordered, "Step forward, Nerai."

The dragon acquiesced and stepped into the middle of the arena. Fifteen pairs of eyes bored into his skin. Breath caught in his throat.

"Nerai. We sense magical potential emanating from your body as well. Your power goes beyond that of a mere conduit," Council said.

"Th-thank you, mister... uh..." Nerai stumbled on his words. Niya facepalmed.

"Call us Council," one cloaked figure bellowed. "But we must let you know that we do not bestow demonic titles upon those without a certain moral fiber. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes," Nerai answered.

Council continued, "That said, Kazimir and Niya are esteemed in their respective fields. And they have yet to steer the Council wrong. Although we are doubtful of your ability to control yourself as a representative of Lucifer, we would like to grant you provisional licensure."

Nerai didn't know what that meant, but said "Thank you" anyway.

"What this means is that, from hereon, you will be recognized as a demonic apprentice under the tutelage of Kazimir the Alighted and Niya of Beit Jala. You will be permitted to study and perform advanced magicks under the guidance of your mentors within city limits. In return, you are expected to wield your powers carefully. If you harm a fellow demon with your abilities, expect repercussions."

Nerai's head spun. "O-of course," he said. "Thank you.'

Council tapped their fingers on the edges of their thrones. "One last matter of business. What would you like your title to be? If you do not choose, we will bestow one upon you."

Fuck. Wait, a title? Nerai gulped. He shifted his feet. "I'm sorry, I didn't know about this," he said. "So, I guess I'll take whatever you give me."

Council sighed. "Then you will be known as Nerai the Red-Marked," they growled. "We bid you a warm welcome to the family, Nerai. This concludes our proceedings."

Nerai smiled awkwardly. "Y-yeah, thank you. I won't let you down.'

The dragon flapped his claws. Stray embers flitted from his palm. He grimaced as he attempted to shrug the feeling of pressure from his shoulders. "God, that was terrible," he said. "The Council is fucking terrifying."

Niya leaned idly against a stone pillar, a cigarette cradled between their lips. They stared outward as the other apprentices shot fireballs at distant targets. Stray grunts and yelps filled the air of the training ground. "They're only scary when you're new," Niya said. "When you get to be my age, you realize they're actually quite reasonable."

Nerai squinted. He asked, "They don't intimidate you? Not at all?"

The goat shrugged. Smoke billowed from their maw. "The Council's just here to make sure demons don't go to war with each other. That's their job, and they do it well."

The dragon shivered. He said, "They just... they don't even look like mortals. At all."

Niya chuckled. "Nerai, do you really think I always looked like this?" They motioned toward themselves. "A buxom goat demoness? Really? Demons change their form as they get older, hun."

Nerai sputtered, waving his arms in exasperation. "I don't fucking know what people looked like in Jeit Bala!" he said. "And speaking of, why didn't you tell me to choose a title before going in?!"

Niya tapped the cigarette. Its ashes sprinkled onto the stone ground. They said, "Okay, first of all, it's Beit Jala. And secondly, I forgot."

"You..." Nerai rolled his eyes, slapping his hands together. "You forgot?"

Niya sighed. "Nerai, your title doesn't even matter. It's like your legal name. Nobody is ever going to call you Nerai the Red-Marked." Another puff from their cigarette. "And to be fair, Kazimir forgot, too. We got our titles thousands of years ago. And the process is so different now. It's been a while."

"Ugh." Nerai leaned against the pillar, next to Niya. He pouted for a moment, crossing his arms across his chest. He turned to stare at the busty goat, eye-level with their breasts. Niya stood tall, sinewy and muscular, adorned with a sapphire-encrusted necklace and a slim violet dress. Their penis bulged from beneath the silky fabric. Their chest rose and fell with smoke.

Nerai licked his lips. He asked, "Mind if I get a hit of that cigarette?"

"Get your own," Niya snarled.

Nerai pouted, bringing his claws to his face. "C'monnnnn," he said. "Pretty please?"

Niya waved her paw as if swatting a fly. "Go away," they said. "Go practice your fireballs or something, twerp."

The dragon's claws wrapped gently around Niya's forearm. He smirked and asked, "What if I gave you a little kiss? Would you let me then?"

Nerai's touch seemed to electrify Niya. Their spine straightened, their eyes briefly widened and turned scarlet, like a radio tuning into a new frequency.

"Fine," Niya said. "Here."

The goat leaned downward, planting a soft kiss on Nerai's maw. They then pulled away and flashed their sharp teeth, placing their cigarette between Nerai's lips. The dragon nearly recoiled in surprise. He was just trying to be cheesy!

"Um. Uh, thank you," Nerai sputtered.

"No problem." Niya then grabbed Nerai's shoulder and thrust him forward toward the targets. "Now seriously, go train," they said. "Break time's over. And I wanna see good form this time, understand?"

Nerai nodded and trotted off to an empty spot on the range. He then inhaled and placed one foot behind him, outstretching the other in front and steadying himself upright. He stretched his palm outward and held it toward the sky, inhaling steadily. That familiar fuzzy feeling flowed from his lungs through his arms and into his hand. He clicked his claws together, as if scraping flint against steel, until a stray spark caught fire and swirled in the air. A smile spread across his face. He could finally form a fireball consistently.

His gaze then shifted to the large red-and-white target, fifty feet away. Burn marks pocked its edges, while its center remained relatively unscathed. His breathing steadied. His eyes narrowed, and the fireball leapt from his palm...

"So, how's Nerai doing?"

A sweet voice rose from behind Niya. A hand laid on their shoulder. A peck on the cheek. Niya smiled and turned to face Kazimir.

"He's doing well," Niya replied. "Well, good enough, anyway. His form has really improved, and he's manifesting his energy consistently now."

"Ah, good." Kazimir leaned against the pillar where Nerai once stood and grasped Niya's paw in their own. They gazed into each other's eyes.

"You're beautiful, you know that?" Niya flirted.

Kazimir smirked. They joked, "I had no clue you felt that way. Maybe we should try raising an apprentice together."

The couple leaned in for a quick kiss. Kazimir then leaned on Niya's large frame, resting their head on Niya's shoulder.

"God, I love laying on you," Kazimir said.

Niya then sniffed Kazimir's fur, planting a kiss on their head and slowly stroking between their horns. Their lover's familiar smell made their tail flit.

Niya said, "So, you have feelings for Nerai."

Kazimir shrugged. They nuzzled Niya, burying their nose deep into their brown fur. "I guess I do," Kazimir said. "I wasn't planning to tell anyone until I was sure."

"Hmm." Niya hummed, staring at Nerai as he flung a fireball at the target. It disappeared in midair again. "Council always has a way of knowing these things before we know them ourselves," Niya said. "It's almost a trope at this point."

Kazimir sighed and asked, "How do you feel about him?"

Silence. Niya huffed and tilted their head. Their breath smelled like a campfire. Their horns scraped against the stone pillar. "I don't know," they said. "He's cute, sure. But... I'm not sure if I fully trust him."

In the distance, Nerai flung another fireball. Once again, it dissipated. He frowned and stomped his feet in frustration, tripping over his own tail and crumpling on the stone tile. Two nearby apprentices pointed and laughed.

Niya chuckled and asked, "You love that?"

"As if you were a better magician than him when we first met," Kazimir teased.

Smiling, Niya pulled Kazimir close. Kazimir's chubby arms pressed against Niya's toned body. Niya teased, "I understand now. You have a type."

Kazimir shifted to Niya's front and held their face close to their lover's. "That's right," Kazimir teased. "My type is losers with bright futures." And the couple's lips met once more. Their breasts pressed against each other. Niya's claws dug into Kazimir's back as the pair held each other tightly, their breaths entwining.

Suddenly, a cry rang out from the field. The demons separated just in time to see Nerai frozen in shock, staring at the apprentice next to him, a young deer. The buck's sleeve was engulfed in flame! He hurriedly batted at his arm, attempting to smother the fire, before dropping and rolling on the ground. Smoke rose from his body as the flame was extinguished.

Niya and Kazimir careened toward the pair, pushing through the loose crowd of nearby apprentices. Nerai's head snapped in their direction as he spotted their approach. He struggled to speak.

"What's going on?" Kazimir barked.

The buck spoke before Nerai could react. He stood on unsteady legs, pointing toward Nerai. His sleeves were charred, soot staining the boy's light brown fur. Fury washed over his face. "That asshole threw a fireball at me!" he yelled. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

"I didn't mean it! I'm sorry," Nerai said, raising his hands in surrender. "I swear, I'm just bad at aiming!"

The buck stepped toward Nerai. His breathing was heavy. "Then why the fuck are you at a public shooting range? You could've killed me!" Rumbles from the crowd. Niya stepped forward, positioning themselves between the deer and Nerai.

Niya eyed the deer with disdain. Their frame towered over his. "This stops now," they commanded. "What is your name?"

The buck's face softened. He gritted his teeth. "Tomas," the buck said, cradling his arm against his side. He grunted in pain. "I was practicing my spellcasting when that dragon flung a fireball sideways. It nearly hit my head!" Tomas spat.

"Are you hurt?" Niya asked.

Tomas huffed. "Not really," he replied.

"Then it seems it was an honest mistake," Niya said. "And you've already apologized, haven't you, Nerai?"

Nerai nodded. He said, "Of course I have! This whole thing was an accident."

Niya looked at one apprentice, then the other. They sighed.

"You are both adults. I expect you both to act like it if you'd like to keep your provisional licenses. Understood?"

The apprentices nodded. Niya then hummed and returned to Kazimir's side, allowing Tomas and Nerai to stare at each other; Tomas scowling, Nerai nervously smiling.

Tomas stepped forward. "Look, if you're going to be that bad at aiming, get off the damn range," he barked. "We can't have you burning everyone to a crisp."

Nerai stepped forward as well. "I'm not going to leave the range because of one mistake," he said, a smile never leaving his face. "Let's be reasonable here."

Another step forward. "Reasonable?" Tomas shouted. "What's reasonable is keeping your ass off the field until you have yourself under control."

Another step forward. "C'mon," Nerai said. "Let's not start a yelling match in public over an earnest mistake. Besides, where else would I train?"

The pair stood close to each other now. Tomas clenched his hands, staring into Nerai's eyes. The smile disappeared from Nerai's face, replaced with a nervous scowl.

Tomas's hand suddenly shot from his side and gripped Nerai's collar. His knuckle pressed up against Nerai's collar bone, his fingers grazing the dragon's smooth neck. Kazimir stepped forward and attempted to intervene, but Niya held them back.

Niya whispered, "Stop. I want to see how he handles this."

A moment of silence. The crowd held their breath. Nerai's airflow was restricted. He didn't move.

"Last chance to leave before I make you," Tomas said.

Nerai's face contorted in anger. His lips curled, his eyes narrowed. "Fuck you," he spat, spittle landing on Tomas's face. "I'm just as much of an apprentice as you. So if you're gonna stand so close to me, you might as well suck my dick while you're at it!"

Tomas's grip tensed on Nerai's collar. His entire body shook with anger, his fist raised in the air. Nerai flinched and turned away, waiting for the impact of the buck's punch...

But it never came.

Tomas's grip on Nerai's collar suddenly loosened. His hackles raised. His eye twitched.

"Say that again," Tomas said.

Nerai's heart pounded in his chest. "I-I'm just as much of an apprentice as you," he said.

"No, no." Tomas's knuckles quivered. His teeth gritted. "The other part."

The dragon's face contorted in confusion. Something was...wrong. Very wrong.

He croaked, "Suck my...dick?"

Silence hung in the air. Tomas's pupils widened. His irises turned the color of blood. His breathing became heavy.

"You'd... let me do that?" the buck asked.

Murmuring from the crowd. Nerai's jaw dropped. He was completely knocked off-base. His mind swam.

"Um... suuuuure," Nerai said, desperately trying to process the situation. Seriously, what the hell was going on?

Tomas let go of Nerai's collar, allowing the boy to rest his feet comfortably on the ground. The dragon could finally breathe.

In an instant, Tomas's anger melted into confident bravado. His spine was straight, as if pulled taught by a string. Still covered in soot, he grinned self-assuredly, dusting dirt off of himself. He deftly tugged his shirt clean off of his body, past his antlers, and tossed it to the side. The buck's newly revealed pecs were well-defined. The tough sinews on his arms betrayed his months of intense training.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Nerai asked. He was frozen in place.

Tomas raised an eyebrow. He explained, "Aw, c'mon. The shirt was charred anyway. No use wearing it anymore." He then placed a hand on Nerai's shoulder and grinned devilishly. "Now, shall we get down to business? I've been eyeing you from across the training ground all day."

Before Nerai could speak, his lips were met by Tomas's maw. The buck was forceful, his breath saccharine sweet. The smell of cheap cologne wafted past Nerai's nose. One paw reached around the back of Nerai's head, holding the dragon's head still while the buck's tongue violated his maw.

The crowd gasped. Kazimir and Niya looked at each other.

"There's no way..." Kazimir whispered, their paw covering their mouth. "Are those... hypnotic powers?"

Niya shook their head and crossed their arms. "I don't think so," they said, and pointed at Tomas. "Look at his demeanor. He's lucid. There's nothing sluggish about him. And I don't sense any pheromones."

Kazimir's eyes narrowed. They frowned. "Should we stop this?" they asked.

Niya shrugged. "We're lust demons. Let Nerai get a taste of his new existence."

And so, Nerai stood surrounded by a crowd of apprentices, all watching as he was groped by Tomas's muscled arms. The sudden attention made the dragon grow hard in Tomas's embrace. The buck was devouring the vulnerable boy in public, his palms traveling from Nerai's chest to his ass, moving steadily along his contours.

"F-fuck," Nerai breathed. "What's gotten into you?"

Tomas smiled. "I'm not sure what you mean," he said. "Just doing what you want, silly." He laughed. "Well, what I want." The buck then sank to his knees, his palms tracing along Nerai's abdomen. His fingers wrapped themselves around the hem of Nerai's slacks.

The buck licked his lips. His eyes were half-lidded. He said, "I'm sorry for earlier, by the way." And in one swift motion, Tomas disrobed Nerai's lower half. The attention made Nerai's heart race. Murmurs from the crowd. A cheer erupted from behind him.

And so Nerai's groin sat bare before the crowd, completely erect. His lavender cock throbbed in front of Tomas's snout. Little whimpers escaped his lips. Fuck, he was really going to do this. He was going to fuck a stranger... in front of strangers.

Tomas reached around and gripped Nerai's ass, giving it a squeeze. The dragon's tail danced on the ground. Blush rose to his face. "You have such a soft ass," Tomas teased. "You know, I'd love to eat it."

Nerai's claws shot to his face. "Y-yeah?" he asked, clearly shocked.

Tomas grinned. "Of course." And he gently kissed Nerai's glans, allowing his hot breath to wash over the dragon's member. Nerai shuddered as the buck's thin tongue licked the tip of his cock. Tomas's paw rose and cradled Nerai's balls, savoring every little twitch of the boy's soft scrotum.

"Mmmmmmph." Nerai bit his lip and glanced at the crowd. Expressions of arousal and surprise greeted him from every direction. Nobody could believe their eyes. The dragon was on full display, and his audience loved it. A couple of them even revealed cameras and began filming the encounter. For the first time, the boy felt like a real lust demon.

A sudden warmth greeted Nerai's member, causing him to gasp in surprise. He looked down to see that Tomas had taken him fully inside his maw, looking up at Nerai with lust-filled eyes. "F-fuck..." Nerai moaned as he felt himself praised so entirely. He was no longer just an apprentice; he was an object of lust for everyone to see.

"He's doing well," Niya said. "Look at the crowd. They love him."

Kazimir teased, "Yeah, well... with an ass like that, who wouldn't?"

Tomas then removed Nerai from his mouth momentarily, stroking the dragon's thick shaft with his paw. A thin coat of saliva covered the boy's cock in its entirety. "Your noises are adorable," Tomas said, stretching his jaw.

"Th-thanks," Nerai said. "I wanna, um, entertain the crowd, yaknow? Haha."

Tomas's eyes narrowed. "Of course. And you're a very good boy for doing so," he cooed.

The words 'good boy' set Nerai's mind on edge. He shivered. Fuck, he loved being a good boy. The words permeated his consciousness. He felt his palms heat up. Sparks fired from them involuntarily. Fuck, fuck, don't make a fireball...

At the same time, Tomas took Nerai in his warm mouth once more. The scent of Nerai's cock was amazing. He had been training all day; his groin was covered in sweat. The scent of his musk was pungent, mixed with hints of ash and... warm bricks? Tomas lapped greedily at every inch of the boy's scales, working his way from Nera's glans to his base.

The dragon took hold of Tomas's horns, using them to guide the buck's rhythm as his maw bounced up and down on Nerai's dick. Nerai's heart raced... fuck, everyone in the arena knew what a degenerate he was now. No, they knew what a good boy he was. Hell, he was even being caught on camera. Everyone was ogling him. Maybe they'd even take turns using his ass as a cocksleeve. Fuck...

Nerai twitched harshly against Tomas's walls, letting out a belabored moan. His thick tail kicked up dust behind him. His knees locked in position, his abdomen tensed up. He wasn't going to last much longer...

Feeling Nerai's tension, Tomas slithered his paw once more between the dragon's thick thighs and caressed his balls. The buck's tender touch made Nerai flare against the roof of his mouth. Nerai was getting close.

In response, Tomas pressed down on Nerai's package, putting pressure on the boy's prostate. A small spurt of precum squirted down the buck's throat as he thrust Nerai's cock deep, deeper into his maw.

"Fuck-ah!" Nerai could barely control himself. He was a good boy, and he was going to let everyone know it. His hips moved on their own. His tail wagged, his chest rapidly rose and fell. A guttural moan erupted from his lips, and he pushed Tomas's maw fully down onto his groin. His seed then exploded down the back of Tomas's throat, filling the buck's tummy with cum. The buck moaned as he swallowed every last drop.

Stray cheers emerged from the crowd as Nerai came. A couple apprentices called out "Good boy!" The attention made Nerai shiver.

"That's my apprentice!" Kazimir yelled, pumping their arm like an overexcited soccer mom. They wiped a tear from their eye. "My little pornstar is all grown up..."

Tomas then released Nerai from his maw, giving the dragon a wide grin. Nerai's cock flopped downward from his chin unceremoniously, cum still dripping from its tip. Tomas then stood and wordlessly embraced Nerai in a kiss. The dragon could taste his own seed on Tomas's lips. It was...intimate. As the pair separated, a thin strand of cum connected the two boys. They looked into each other's eyes. A raucous roar came from the crowd.

"I'd like to do this again another time. That is, if you want," Tomas said.

Nerai smiled stupidly. His heartbeat still raced. "S-sure," he said. "Yeah, let's do that."

Nerai flopped onto the plush chair in Kazimir and Niya's home, allowing his entire body to go limp. "Fuuuuuck," he breathed. "Today was a lot. I can't believe... ugh. First it was the Council, and then Tomas, like... oh my lord. I'm just gonna lay here for a decade, okay?"

Kazimir approached Nerai from behind and placed a thin knit blanket over his tired body. They pet Nerai's head and cooed, "Oh, I'm so sorry, baby." Their large breasts hung over the boy's head. "Is there anything we can do?"

Niya's voice interjected from the kitchen. They shouted, "Oh, c'mon. He got so much attention today, don't pity him."

"But look how tired he looks!" Kazimir protested. Their eyes pleaded. "He's just a weak boy and we need to take care of him. He almost got assaulted today!"

Niya emerged from the kitchen, a bowl of cherry tomatoes in-hand. "He's a demon now, babe. Give him a few centuries, and he'll be just as strong as us," they said, their cheeks full.

Nerai sniffed the air. "Are those tomatoes?" he asked. "What are you eating?"

Niya hid the bowl behind their back. "Nothing," they said.

"Tomatoes. Pleaaaase," Nerai moaned pathetically, holding out his claw over the chair's arm. "I'm starving. I'm a starving demon."

"Fuck off. Get your own tomatoes," Niya said.

Kazimir frowned. "That's no way to treat an apprentice," Kazimir said, and snatched a tomato from Niya's clutches. They gave it to Nerai, who shoved it greedily into his mouth.

Niya rolled their eyes. "He's a grown-ass man... whatever." They then sat in the chair next to Nerai's, both facing a roaring fireplace. They took a moment to settle in before saying, "So Nerai, we need to talk about your powers."

Nerai waved his hand and covered his eyes. "I know, I know, my fireballs suck. I caught a guy on fire today, I'm sorry..."

"No." Niya gulped down the last of their tomatoes and set the bowl aside. "What I mean is, I think we've been looking at your powers wrong."

"Mhm," Nerai hummed.

Niya leaned forward and continued, "Do you not find what happened today... odd?"

Nerai shook his head weakly. "I dunno," he said. "I mean, I'm a lust demon. Maybe he's also a lust demon, and we just... I dunno, we fucked. It's, like, whatever. Weird things happen."

Kazimir stopped petting Nerai's head. They said, "Hun, we just think that might've had something to do with your powers."

Nerai laughed. "My powers? Like what? Superlust?"

Niya shook their head. They said, "No, nothing like that. I mean, it seems like that boy followed your commands. You said, 'Suck my dick,' and he did it. And he didn't seem entranced."

"Even Niya and I can't do that," Kazimir added.

"Hmmm." Nerai's brow furrowed. "Huh, I guess that is a little weird."

Kazimir resumed petting the boy's head. "We just want to explore your powers a little more tomorrow," they said. "You know, try and find out what's going on."

"Sure." Nerai then turned to his side and faced the fire, his eyes closed. "But first, I really need to sleep. I'm just... so tired. I'm sorry, guys. I gotta..." The dragon yawned and placed his claws below his head. "...I gotta go to sleep. Night..."

Kazimir smiled. "Of course," they said, and kissed the top of his head. They and Niya then silently stared at the roaring fire, deep in thought.

"You think this is his specialization?" Niya asked.

Kazimir smiled. "Let's hope."