All Will Be Well

Gavin watches as his Mother’s casket is lowered into the royal catacombs. He breathes in the fresh scent of spring. Mother would have enjoyed this weather even if he seems it unfit. The sky should not be so warm and the wind wonderfully chill. Gavin’s eyes are dry. He had his time to mourn and bid his Mother goodbye.

The priest speaks gentle, kind words about Mother. Gavin’s eyes travel to the King. “Father?” he asks.

His Father’s eyes are dark. It's as if the light had left them. Instead of spending Mother’s final days with her, Father was scuttling around for a cure. Too busy to say his goodbyes.

Gavin leans over to his Father and hugs him. Father does not hug him back, but Gavin never expected him to.

“All will be well, Father,” Gavin tells him. “I will stay by your side.”

Gavin is surprised when Father places a hand on the back of his neck. Combing back his curly locks with comforting strokes. Not an unwelcomed touch. Just startling. “Thank you, my child.”

Father became even more distant in the following weeks. Rushing around the castle with sorcerers he brought in from the far lands. Gavin took the sted of his Mother and Father. Since his Father refused to take up his responsibility as King.

This year's crops would be one of their best harvests in over five years. He has visited the neighbouring kingdoms to keep up civil relations. Gavin arranged for himself to be wed by the end of the year. If Father refused to take his place back on the throne, then Prince Gavin would need someone by his side. And someone that his people could rely on.

Unfortunately, his plans were cut short by his Father’s madness.

The knife pierces through his flesh. Gavin lets out a scream as the blade sinks deeper into his belly.

He spits out the blood trying to escape his throat. “Father…” his voice trails off as the darkness begins to close in around him. Gavin reaches out to his Father, even as he twists the blade in his gut. “Please,” he whispers as tears stain his face and blood spills from his lips and wound.

His hooded…dark eyes gaze upon Gavin with remorse, but not guilt. The old king smiles. If Gavin could feel the bitter cold wash over him, he’d shiver at his Father’s manic expression.

“You are doing me a great kindness,” his Father says softly. “We can be a family again.”

Gavin gasps as the knife is removed from his belly. A weak, barely audible whimper escapes him. He weakly sobs as his Father places a kiss on his forehead. A memory of when he was once a child flashes through his mind. When Mother and Father would kiss him before bed. Why couldn’t have he been enough to fill the darkness in Father’s heart?

For it to all end like this is too painful to bear.

“I don't want to die,” he pleads. “Father, please.” With a meek grasp on his Father’s robes, the king yanks it away like he is but a begging commoner; drunk on ale and gambling.

Father steps back. “All will be well, my child.”

With a weak, fading breath, Gavin succumbs to the darkness breaching his vision. Wishing to be swallowed by the warm embrace and then witness the madness before him.

As his Father begins the chant with his underlings, Gavin can feel his soul slipping. Their words are strange. He is unable to find any remarkable about them as he slips into death. Just as his soul slips from his lips, warm hands cradle his face. Warm lips pressed again his as his soul is returned to his body. Gavin gasps into the being’s mouth. Grabbing at their face with greedy hands in order to taste more sweetness of breath.

The pain swells in his abdomen. He pulls back, hissing in pain as the wound slides closed. “All is well, beloved,” a strange voice whispers to him. Unlike his Father’s words, Gavin believes them. His voice is sweet. Like saltwater taffy sold by the docks in summer.

“I must thank you,” the demon says. He cradles Gavin’s weak body against his. “You have brought me back to the world and reunited me with my love,” he whispers. Gavin leans into the gentle caress of his cheek.

The King’s lip quivers. “I gave you everything!” he shouts. “You were supposed to return her to me!” The King falls to his knees, the blade falling from his grasp.

“You have fulfilled your purpose,” the demon says softly. His demonic yellow eyes refused to leave Gavin’e fainted form. “I no longer have a need for you.” He kisses and coes at Gavin’s slumbering form.

Serpent-like tentacles swim and rip apart the sacrificial grounds like dolphins jumping through waves. The slippery tentacles lash and grip at the fleeing bodies. Holding the tight in their inky grip until they popped or choked. Their screams and blubbering draws his sleepy attention. Gavin slowly blinks awake as his Father is taken around the throat by one of the nasty, wiggling appendages. The Demon redirects his gaze onto him. Their lips smack together as the King's neck snaps with a wet pop.

“Look at me, my darling,” The Demon speaks softly, “they do not deserve your eyes caster upon them.”

“Who are you?” he asks the strangely familiar Demon.

“I am yours.”

“Mine?”

He gently chuckles. “Only if you will want me.”

“What if I don't want you?” Gavin asks.

The Demon hums. “Then I shall wait for a hundred years.”

“And if I still don't want you?”

“Then I shall wait a hundred more.”

Nervous, Gavin fiddles with the hole in his shirt. The blood dried, and the wound sealed. “And what if I want someone else?” he asks, not knowing how the Demon would answer.

The Demon hums, nuzzling into Gavin’s curls. Gavin softly gasps to the touch. His eyes close at the warmth. “Then I shall wait until your heart is ready to want me.” He excepts the answer to be demonic and unforgiving. But his words are gentle and leaves Gavin’s insides warm.

“What’s your name?” Gavin asks.

The Demon smiles. “You will call my name in time.”

Gavin quirks his head up at the Demon. “Does this mean I already know it?”

“You will remember me soon enough. Now allow me to take you somewhere more comfortable.”

Without Gavin’s answer, the Demon opens a portal to a familiar room. He steps through, holding Gavin in his arms. Gavin recognizes this room from many nights of sneaking in as a child. He’d force Mother and Father to read him stories if nightmares pledged him. He visited this room often when his Mother became ill.

The Demon lays Gavin down on the bed. The bed his parents once shared when they were alive. The large hands travel up his torso; lifting his tunic as he does. “Shall I treasure you tonight?” Gavin’s legs perch up on the bed. The Demon leans forward and kisses his belly.

“I've...never been...treasured before.”

A throaty chuckle leaves the Demon’s throat. He pushes up to meet Gavin face-to-face. “Will you allow me to do so?”

Heat floods Gavin’s cheeks. “You may.”

The Demon leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss against Gavin’s mouth before his venture down the prince’s chest. Leaving kisses along his body as he goes. The Demon’s mouth suckles on his bulge as his long fingers make work of pulling his pants down. He discards the pants before making work of the unclothed cock with his mouth.

Gavin lets his head rest back against the pillows. “Oh,” he whispers as if a sluggish realization dawns on him as his cock is engulfed in a wet warmth. He breathes slowly; his stomach flexing with each nervous roll of his hips.

His hands comb through the Demon’s inky hair. He gently pulls at the long locks to deepen the warmth wrapped around his cock. The Demon responds in kind; his strong hands taking hold of Gavin’s thighs and lifting them over his shoulders.

He whines. His hips buck into the back of the Demon’s throat as something wet slithers up by his cheek. He blinks his eyes open to see the inky tentacle caressing his cheek. Gavin releases the Demon’s hair with one hand in favour to guide the tentacle into his mouth. He moans around the wiggling appendage as it travels further down his throat. It should hurt...or at least feel uncomfortable for his first time. But it's as if he's done this before. And it feels amazing.

The Demon pops off Gavin’s cock. “There’s no need for that, love.” His face is red from embarrassment over his tentacle moving on its own. He takes control of it. The tentacle slowly begins to retreat.

Gavin flutters his eyes at the Demon, guiding the inky tentacle back down his throat with a gentle, guiding hand. He hums as it settles back comfortably into his throat.

The Demon licks his lips approvingly; tasting the pre-cum on his lips. Studying the way his throat bulges with his tentacle inside him. “Like when you're greedy,” he growls. “Do you wish to devour me?”

Gavin nods his head the best he can with an appendage down his throat. “Mmm,” he moans sweetly.

The Demon hums, settling back between Gavin’s legs. He removes his cock from his pants. It looks more like one of his tentacles instead. But this time with a nozzle on the end and slit at the time where his cum will leak out. Looking at it makes Gavin thirsty for it.

He pushes in. Gavin whimpers as is explored his insides. His insides should hurt with the strange thing inside him. But it flexes and fluctuates its size to fit inside him comfortably. The Demon settles onto his knees, holding Gavin’e legs wide to reveal his cock resting flat against his stomach.

He shakily sighs, squirming slightly in order to feel more of the Demon’s cock inside him. He removes the tentacle from his throat before speaking. “Why aren't you moving?” Gavin asks with a groggy voice.

The Demon bares his teeth. Looming over Gavin with a sinister grin. “Oh...but I am.”

Before Gavin can register, the tentacle cock fluctuates in size. Gavin lets out a scream of pleasure as it wriggles inside his guts. His stomach begins to bulge with the slithering cock.

The tentacles wrap around and cradle his thighs, his chest. He never once thought of pleasuring himself with his nipples, but the ends of the tentacles fiddle and pinch at them.

Every inch became a sensitive cluster of nerves. He's left weeping in pleasure as the cock inside him becomes larger with each thrust. Leaving his lower belly fat as if a child were placed inside him.

The Demon leans down to kiss Gavin’s lips. His tongue is long. It explores the human’s mouth. Gavin tries to taste the Demon’s tongue but ends up choking on the long tongue trying to fuck his throat.

Gavin’e toes curl. An orgasm building inside. The Demon pulls back. His spread picks up to an aggressive degree. Gavin reaches between his legs, but one of the Demon’s tentacles beats him to it. It rubs him with its slimy and slippery movements.

Gavin throws his head back with a silent scream. Cum sprays over his enlarged belly. The cock still shapes his insides to fit the Demon’s pleasure as he fucks him harder.

The Demon comes soon after. Filling up his insides with a white mess. Even as he removes his cock from Gavin’s hole, his belly remains swollen.

The Demon grabs Gavin. Shoving his still cumming cock into his mouth. The human moans around it. Making sure to drink every last drop. He could drink the Demon’s spent for hours if he could.

As he pulls back his cock, Gavin attempts to chase the taste but gasps for breath instead. The Demon watches him lick his lips for more of the spent.

“Another, love?”

Gavin’s eyes travel over the Demon’s body. Taking note of his erect cock and those pretty yellow eyes. His face is sticky and heated, but it does not matter. He rolls onto his belly. Ass in the air as he looks back at his lover. He can feel the cum sloshing inside his belly. Wanting nothing more but to be filled up more, he places a hand on his ass, spreading his cheeks apart to reveal his gaping, wanting hole.

“Again, please.”

The Demon growls and returns to ravishing the human before him well into the night.

Gavin pushes himself up from the silk sheets. He covers his naked body with them as he walks—pulling them off from the bed. He walks over to the balcony, taking in the bright sun shining down on his kingdom. He leans against the door, taking in the cold, fresh air into his lungs.

He takes his claws and cups the back of Gavin’s neck. The human leans into the gentle touch. The Demon’s mark burns into the back of his neck. Claiming him for this lifetime.

“Come back to bed, love,” the Demon gently commands. “We will deal with our kingdom tomorrow.”

Gavin turns to him...his lover. He reaches up with his hand, placing it on the Demon’s ashy cheek. He leans up, kissing him on the lips. “Okay.”

He scoops up Gavin. Gavin wraps his arms around his neck and legs around his torso like a koala. The comforter drags behind his tucked body as he is returned to bed. He didn't even notice the dark vines creeping into his chambers or that blue eyes are now as yellow as the Demon that took him the night prior. The Demon spoons his back; breathing in the lusting scent of sex. And kisses the ever-lasting mark he left on his no longer human lover.

All will be well.

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tbc...? Idk. I hope you enjoyed All Will Be Well. And I hope to write more in the future :)