Palace Life - 2. Chapter 2

Kiorl loved the dark, black hid so many sins. Of course, hiding in the dark from a demon panther with perfect vision and heightened senses was damn near impossible. The Courtier stalked his prey. The best part was that the prey didn’t know it was being stalked just yet.

There were three of them, a trio of rowdy bricklayers off to the pub after a hard day’s graft and gripe with their masters. Apprentices were the worse at complaining. Kiorl distinguished them only by size and colouring, they meant very little to him except sport. There was a tall broad black hair one, sort of rough and delicious, a smaller man with blond hair who seemed much more authoritative than the other two and a slightly chubby blond kid with big hips. Kiorl thought they all looked somehow…tasty.

He had shadowed them for a mile, having come up in a back alley on the factory side of the river. The chemical stink had made Kiorl wish he hadn’t bothered coming up. He nearly hadn’t anyway. Kiorl had spent the morning lazing about the Palace, not needed by either the King or the Prince, not called for and without direction his mind wandered. There were plenty of little things about the palace that he could have had at the click of a finger but unidirectional horniness was not a great mood on Kiorl and he had stalked home. The lounge had been full of much of the house, sitting around eating something weird and delightfully spiced which Tobias had cooked up. Everyone had looked happy, discussion and chatter flying everywhere. Kiorl had snarled a greeting, turned on his paws and left again.

The demon at the portal had known better than to give him hassle, simply handed over a ceramic chit with a sharp salute and a crisp ‘M’Sire’ as Kiorl stalked through into the swirling entranceway with no real destination in mind except to be distracted. Now he tailed the three men as they headed towards a local watering hole. They wouldn’t get there. At a junction with a main street Kiorl swarmed up the side of a building as though it was a hotel staircase, skipped across a couple of streets and dropped soundlessly into the alley the three men were just arriving in.

Kiorl had spent the last hundred years or so thinking of his talent as a sort of blanket, liquid and made of light and sound. He could throw it away from himself, swathe half a restaurant in his glamour and spend as long as he liked reeling them in.

Now he appeared from behind a mass of metal and rubbish, let the men see him and allowed them half a second of puzzlement creeping into horror before he threw the blanket of seduction over them. Kiorl smiled, lazily his long tail flicking, fangs white in the darkness. He purred.

All of them were watching him, staring at the lines of his body, watching his every move. Their eyes were glazed, dreamlike and clouded with lust. The big guy had a hand on his belt and Kiorl nodded at him. He walked towards them with a sway in his stride, watching the big black haired man begin to undo his belt and trousers, big hands fumbling over his stiffening cock. The panther stroked the chest of the tubby blond, claws ripping through shirt and skin as the man cried out in pain and pleasure. The light blanket kept him subdued, turned the shredding of skin in something erotic as Kiorl tore at his clothes until he was nude.

The middle man, ignored until now, was groaning, his jeans bulging with the weight of his lust and Kiorl grinned. He made the older man open his trousers to pull out a long weighty cock. It was the work of a gesture, a lick of the lips and the chunky boy was bent over, spreading the cheeks of his arse while the smaller man began to work the pre-cum slippery head of his cock into the tight hole.

The big guy hadn’t taken his eyes off Kiorl, lust-drunk, stroking his own cock in one hand while he stared, wide eyed and panting. Kiorl touched him once, sending a spark of pleasure through the man, causing him to shudder violently, his shaft stiffening and thickening still further in his hands. The other two were rutting properly now, the tubby boy groaning and panting, tongue lolling like a dog as his friend unknowingly fucked him from behind, that long curved penis slipping in and out of the stretched ring of muscle.

Kiorl watched the spectacle, pulled the big man to his knees, skinning them carelessly on the rough tarmac.

“While you’re down there.” Kiorl raised an eyebrow and the big man swallowed his barbed cock enthusiastically. He choked, and Kiorl pulled back before he thrust, splitting the man’s lips, drawing blood. It was a good distraction and Kiorl hissed his pleasure. He pushed the big guy away and looked over at the fucking pair, who without Kiorl propping them up had sunk to hands and knees, the older man still fucking away with abandon.

The panther looked into the face of the boy being fucked, the dazed crazed look of the possessed, and saw the act of restraining the boy’s will had broken his mind. He was good for nothing now. Not even a wraith. Claws rent flesh from bone as Kiorl tore through the boy’s back, snapping ribs in his wake and wrapped his fingers around the still beating heart. It took no effort at all to snap the veins and arteries and pull the still beating heart from the body of the boy.

He choked the other man the heart of the boy he had been fucking, and captured the soul as mind split from body, soul parting to seek out death. He would make a good wraith. Kiorl turned to his remaining victim, the man on his knees still drunkenly beating himself off. Kiorl pushed him to the ground and brought up his knees. He wet his fingers and pushed them through the tight ring into the big man’s virgin hole. The human whimpered and Kiorl snarled. He used his thoughts on the man, twisting the blanket of seduction into a rope to knot around his throat.

He knew had the man possessed any consciousness that he would be revolted by the act, frightened, angry and violent. Kiorl let a little of that slip back into, swallowed the horror and dropped the blanket back over the man, making him groan and writhe under his hands. Kiorl slipped in another finger and began to fuck the man with his hand, his other claws creating punctures in the firm muscles of his arse. Kiorl had never been patient, the stench of death and blood in the alley was heady, the man under him squirmed as he used the blood of his friend to lubricate his anus. Kiorl tore at his flesh on the way out, placing the head of his barbed cock at the man’s ruined puckered hole.

Kiorl fucked him with abandon, sheathing himself inside the man again and again, the flesh closing tight around him like a wet fist. Kiorl snarled, thrusting into the human, not caring what state he left the man in, pleasing himself again the grunts and moans of his prey. Kiorl came with a snarl, forgetting his blanket of seduction as he spread his seed into the ruins of the man below him. His victim screamed, realisation and horror snapping back sharp focus as the demon thrust into him with enough force to break him open. Kiorl pulled out and snapped the man’s neck with one hand.

He yawned hugely, jaw creaking, and made his way back to the portal, wrapping his aspect around himself and not caring who saw. At the portal he handed his chit over to the guard.

“Send someone to go clean up,” he handed the demon the soul he had collected, “and send this out for farming in circle four. He’ll do nicely there.”

“Sir.” The guard saluted and Kiorl looked him up and down. Big, sort of lion-like with thick tusks and bulging mucles.

“Come by the palace sometime and see me.”

“Yes sir. Thank you m’sire.”

Kiorl sighed happily as he walked back towards the house with swinging hips. It felt so good to be free.