Chapter 4 - The punishment

In the week of preparation, Thana had been completely insatiable, trying to cajole him into sex everynight before bed, loitering around what had been dubbed his bedchambers every chance he was given.

While he'd been taught in the ways of this dimension, he'd also been practically beating off Thana with a stick, and being harassed constantly with tiny sentient glass marbles. At first he'd thought them cute, that impression was quickly replaced by experience.

They were all hellspawn in disguise, popping up in his bed, his wardrobe, desk, hair...he'd even found one in his underclothes!

Luis grit his teeth in suppressed irritation at hearing Thana through his door yet again! He calmly (not really) set his brush to the side, giving up on practicing for now to deal with his demanding child in the disguise of a husband.

He ruthlessly crushed the marbles rolling frantically beneath his feet, and was briefly thankful they weren't made of sturdier glass so he wouldn't slip on them all.

With a flourish of his ridiculously long sleeve, he opened the black gold embellished doors, and came face to chest with his husband.

"Husband, how very nice to see you on this fine night, how may I be of assistance?" All said with a pleasant smile on his face. He'd been taking courtesy lessons and reading up on the 101 manners of daemon court, so far, he'd unnerved Thana a total of six times with how polite and proper he'd been.

Making that seven, Thana glanced to the side in a rare show of submission, "So I'm guessing my cute little husband doesn't have time for me tonight either?" What a stupid, ditzy thing to say. Of course he didn't have time! He was to be pushed into a world he knew nothing about and only had three days left before his leaving day.

Thana read his thoughts, as always, and shuffled his feet, bashful. "Husband shouldn't worry so much, all of my books are quite dated, I'm sure things have gotten quite lax since I last frolicked among the mortals."

"Not mentioning that your apparent 'mortals' are a mixed bag of humanoid animal daemons?" His question was like a barb, he swore if Thana had puppy ears, they'd flatten in shame. "You may keep me company, but I'm still working. If you must insist on warming my bed tonight, please wait until I'm done."

That put wind back into Thana's sails, he bounded into the room with the same enthusiasm of a husky in snow, instantly beelining for his bed and rolling around until the sheets had been untucked.

Luis rolled his eyes and shut the door, crushing the marbles that had multiplied in his standstill, he sat back at his desk. "I'm almost done practising my calligraphy for tonight, afterwards, I have to read the recent reporting dating back to fifty years ago (and the fact that daemons lived so long that fifty was considered a recent number was mind boggling), and then I'll be done."

Thana huffed but didn't object. Sitting quietly, the only sounds in the room were Thana's breathing and the sounds of his horsehair brush against paper.

Constructing the words of his dimension was easy enough, their language followed the same rules of modern English, despite their way of speaking following the more traditional eastern aspects.

The only true difference was the alphabet, fifty-two characters instead of the twenty six ingrained into his brain. All vastly different from his own, they looked vaguely like eastern characters mixed with Hebrew, and the formal alphabet was hieroglyphics of what seemed to be the daemon's take on egypt.

He drew out the characters slowly, the familiar up and down construct relaxing him, as he wrote out things he loved from his past life. 'Cat', and 'Rain' hung up on the wall above the desk already.

Soon he was finished, blowing the ink gently, he set it to the side, and took the book resting on his desk, tightly bound with leather, the margins were all over the place, not yet having been looked at and recorded properly.

He grimaced and set himself for a painful read, ignoring the doodles and mindless back and forth notes in the margins. The rustling in the background was a little distracting, but only because his brain was desperate to do anything except read these reports.

'Third quarter of the cold moon, twelfth day. The party belonging to the house of Pearl was caught attacking the house of Wyvern. The borderwatchers of spade intervened, as reported by second in command Uko of Spade. The identified parties were-'

He tched, not even started and already! He glared down at the man mouthing at his lap under his loosened robe. "Could you not wait?" "You'd never be done, all those commanders are ramblers." Was the muffled reply from down under.

He set his jaw, determined to read through, no matter how much Thana licked and sucked, he'd not get his way.

'-Were Yulong of Pearl, Yuteng of Pearl, and Julong of Pearl. Killed in the disagreement was Vogrut of the Wyvern, first in command of the foot guard-'

Luis put his hand on Thana's head to steady himself, trying his best to focus as Thana swallowed him to the root, rolling his balls in his hand.

'-and Rurheh of the Wyvern. The attack was determined to be premeditated. Further investigation showed a detailed map of the Wyvern's route from the past ten years, strikes planned detailing back five weeks ago and further confirmation showed that this was not the first time an attack had taken place between the territory borders.'

He slammed the book shut with one hand, setting it back on the desk away from the drying inkstone, he started to control the pace. Pushing his robe further to the side revealed his husband's smug grin around his cock.

"Have you no decency or shame? Constantly yearning for sex? Do you wish for me to warm your cock every night? Fall asleep with it inside?"

The words came unbidden but easy in the face of many hours of sex study, secretly of course. He'd no longer wished to be so thin faced in the wake of his obviously shameless husband, and now he seemed to become semi-competent at dirty talk, told by the moan that was muffled below.

"Of course that's what you want, probably a kink of yours too, maybe you'd also delight in being edged as well, me sitting on your cock while I do my work, you'd be forbidden from moving until I'm done, maybe I'd also put a phallus snug against your prostate and let you squirm while I practice my calligraphy at night."

Oh, he definitely seemed to like that, the way his eyes rolled up and his other palm went down to grind against his own bulge beneath the waist robe he'd insisted his husband start wearing earlier in the week.

"Look at what you've made me, I used to be such an innocent, untouched flower, and then you've turned to force me to be such a quick study." He punctuated the sentence with a grind, rubbing back against Thana's throat, causing drool to escape the corners of his lips.

Thana started bobbing his head in response, Luis looked down at him considering, before sighing and gripping his hair savagely, not worried about ripping it out, Immortals had hair that couldn't even be caught on fire, he'd learned from Thana, which is why they grew is so long so cover themselves instead of using clothes.

Thana pulled off with a groan, panting like he'd just ran a marathon. Luis stepped around him, ignoring the hands trying to grip at the hems of his now rumpled robe. "No sex tonight, as punishment for your absolutely abyssamal patience, but I will help you get off."

He turned to Thana, still kneeling on the floor like an idiot. "Well? What are you waiting for, lay on the bed." Thana scrambled to do so, a smile back in place, and laid spread eagle, looking eagerly back at him.

Now Luis had read the theory behind blowjobs in a published book in some dark shelves in the castle library, by a woman of seemingly endless expertise. He sent a mental prayer to his new goddess Helryss, and got to work, crawling up the bed to pull the waist robe to the side.

His husband's cock stood tall and proud, all flushed red and veins pulsing angrily. He placed a chaste kiss to the tip, which turned to him swirling his tongue around the head like a popsicle. He licked a slow stripe down to the base, where he sucked hard, making Thana twitch his hips.

Now for the most cruel part of this, in the section of reward and punishment in Helryss' book, when training an unruly lover, were quick and unfulfilling orgasms, which taught quickly and effectively.

He took his mouth to the spot just under the head, pressing his tongue insistently. Swiping in back and forth motions, it wasn't long before Thana's legs closed around his ears and hands threaded in his hair, as Thana started getting louder with his approval.

The key was to not touch any other spot of the cock after starting, the only stimulation given would be to the frenulum, and during orgasm, to make absolutely sure either party didn't or couldn't touch it to draw it out.

He did just as the book said with vigor, using a saliva coated tongue and a hint of teeth at the end, his husband came with a choked off shout. He surged upwards, sucking in his belly so as not to touch Thana's dick, and quickly pinning his hands to his sides.

He waited patiently for him to be finished, and then crawled off him uninterestedly, his own hardness already having gone down. He straightened his robes and smiled at his shell shocked husband "Now, would this one's husband like to sleep here, or make his way back to his own bedchambers?"

Thana ticked his jaw, pulling upwards with a grunt, and angrily tied his robes back in place. He stood up, turning his nose into the air and walked out pissily. Stomping at the stray marbles with unnecessary aggression, looking for all intents and purposes like a freshly scorned lover.

His door shut with a slam, and he busied himself with pulling off the first layer of his now sullied sheets.

He threw them by the door and turned back to his desk, resigning once again to read.