(Leif)

"Tiol!"

"Yes?" The big demon looks at me as I run into the room.

"There you are!"

The room is huge. Not comfortable with that.

"I'm surprised to see you in here," he says. "You usually avoid the bigger rooms."

Too much space, don't feel comfortable.

"Gotta question."

"You don't need to tell me you have a question," he says. "Just ask."

"Why does my thingy keep getting bigger and stiffer?"

"Your what?" He looks confused.

"My thingy," I point at it. "See? It's do it now. Keep happen randomly last few weeks. My other thingies sore, too."

"Sore?" He asks. "Oh. You've got blue balls."

"I don't have balls," I say. "You got me some?"

"The hanging thingy," he says. "Behind your dick, the thing you pee out of, are your balls, or testicles, or scrotum. Blue balls refers to when you need to get off bad, and haven't. It's why they're sore. Actually, it's been three months, so I'm surprised you haven't gotten off yet."

"Gotten off what?"

"Not getting off of something," he says. "When you 'get off' in this sense, you're releasing your load, shooting your cum, reaching orgasm, and you have no idea what I'm referring to, do you?"

"Nope!"

"Sit down," he says, and I do. "I wasn't done."

"Oh, okay," I stay sitting.

"With your back against that wall."

I move to the wall, keeping my back to it.

"Now," he puts a hand around his thingy, moving his hand back and forth across it, the skin thingy on the tip pulling back as he does, showing me the tip every time he pulls back, then covering it again. "Do this."

"Like this?" I ask, doing what he said.

"Yes, like that," he stops. "Eventually, some thick, off-white stuff will come out, and your body will feel like it's full of pleasure."

"That bad?"

"Good," he says. "You will feel good, and your balls will feel better. Well, they'll be sore for a bit more, but then they'll feel better. That sensation of pleasure filling your body, combined with your dick spurting that stuff, is called an orgasm. That thick, off-white stuff is cum."

"Oh, okay," I look down at my dick, then back to Tiol. "You make cum, too?"

"Yes," he answers. "I make cum, too."

"Then why you stop?"

"What?" He asks. "Oh, you were asking if I was going to orgasm?"

"Yes."

"Your Language is now at Level 4," he says. "You should be able to phrase things better."

"Sorry."

"It can't be helped, I suppose," he sighs. "You tend to forget some things when you get high on emotions or curiosity."

"Yeah. Sorry."

"I wasn't going to," he says. "I make quite a bit of it, so there'd be a lot to clean up."

"I need to clean up, too?"

"After you shoot your load, yeah," he nods. "But you won't produce nearly as much as I will, so it'll be easier to clean."

"Okay," I say. "So do that until I make the cum, and I'll feel better?"

"Yes."

"Okay!"

I start doing what he said to do, but then he tells me to stop, so I do, staring at him. Really weird feeling. Sore feeling. In 'balls'.

"Why stop?"

"Intruders," he says. "Stay here."

"Okay," I start again, and he tells me to stop. "Why?"

"Depending on the intruders," he says. "There might be a better way to get you off."

"Get me off of what?"

"Get you off," he says. "As in blowing your load, Leif."

"Oh!"

"How is it that you understand only some of what I say?" He asks. "And not even the first things I say?"

"You not clear enough."

He sighs, shakes his head, and leaves. A few minutes later, two people run through this door. Hex stares at them as they do. Ears like other peoples'.

Both human. No have pointy ears like me. Both wearing what Tiol said be clothes, like people back before. No like people. People bad.

Except Tiol and Hex. They good.

Both are boys, I think. Both have brown hair and blue eyes.

"Shitshitshitshitshit!" One of them exclaims, spinning around as they both look around the room. "No way out!"

"Think it's still following?" The other one asks, then looks at me. "Elf!"

"What?" The other one says, then sees me. "There's an elf! Hey! You! Naked elf! Help us! You gotta help us!"

"No, I don't."

"Is the demon yours?"

I look at Hex, then back to them.

"Hex be mine," I tell him. "Tiol not mine."

Definitely not. Tiol told me that only Hex is bound to my servitude, though since I didn't do the binding ritual when I did the summoning, he isn't fully bound to my orders, and could harm me, if he wanted.

"Tiol?" He looks confused. "Why are you stroking yourself?"

"No know what you mean."

"What you're doing to your dick, Leif," Tiol enters the room. "You're stroking it."

"I am?" I look down. "I am," I stop and look at Tiol. "Didn't realize. Sorry. You said not to."

"It's okay," he says. "It can't be helped, since you only just learned of this. They're both male humans. Is that a problem?"

"No like people."

"Right," he looks at them.

Both of the humans backed up against the wall, looking terrified.

"What is going on?" One of them yells.

"Leif," Tiol says to them, a small, stone table rising from the ground. "Is in need of getting off. This will be his first time getting off, to his knowledge. Leif, you're doing it again, and what I have in mind will be a lot better."

"Sorry!"

"You don't need to apologize," he says. How did he know? He was facing the two humans. "You two happened to show up as I was teaching him the fine art of masturbation, so one of you gets to be his bottom bitch. The only choice you get is which one of you it is."

"Go to hell, demon!" One of the boys yells, throwing up his hands. "Cleansing Light!"

Bright yellow light bursts forth from his hands, blinding me.

Haxulmiara has been banished!

The light fades, and Tiol stares at them.

"That didn't work?" The boy yells. "Cleansing Light!"

He casts it several more times, and nothing happens.

"It isn't doing shit!" The boy whines. "Why isn't it doing anything?"

"I don't think it's the elf's," the other boy says, staring at the demon. "What's your name?"

"My name is Tioxulravishnuralix," Tiol says. "Though you may call me Tiol, for short. Your brother banished his sole contracted Demon with your first Cleansing Light, as expected from a Level 3 Acolyte with a decent Intellect, judging by the strength of that spell. An Acolyte and a Holy Squire, hm? Interesting combination. I see at least one of you knows my name."

"Kyle," the one Tiol was speaking to says to the one who cast the magic. "That's, um… we can't kill him. We're doomed!"

"No shit!" Kyle exclaims. "A fucking unbound demon? What the fuck is this? Just how powerful is it? My magic should've at least agitated it!"

"Uh, no," the other one says. "That's… an Archdemon. News rippled through the paladin communities that he was freed a few months ago, but there was, uh, no sighting of him."

"Tiol teaching me magic," I say. "So I no get enslave again, like him. No be prisoner again. Tiol, we no enslave them! They no prisoners!"

"Leif," Tiol looks at us. "We-"

"No make do what they no want," I stare at him. "You bad! Very, very bad! We both prisoners! No want make others prisoner! Summon Demon: Hex!"

Hex reforms beside me, then stares at Tiol, too.

"Well," Tiol says. "They did attack me unprovoked."

"Then they be punished for be bad," I tell him. "No make do bad stuff, though. What be a bottom, anyway?"

"If you put your dick in a tight asshole," he says. "It feels a lot better than just jacking off. Why don't you fuck the one who tried cleansing my body? Speaking of," he look to the Kyle. "That spell doesn't work on Demons. It's geared towards cleansing poisons and undead, not demonic entities. Of course it failed, you dumbass Acolyte. What you wanted is Holy Light, not Cleansing Light. Honestly, how did you two even make it this far into the forest and not get your asses killed? I suppose you're a competent healer.

"And Leif," Tiol looks at me. "They're intruders upon our territory, invaders. We let them leave, they'll return with even more powerful adventurers, and that would be bad. Keeping them here would be good."

"But-"

"We could just kill them," he says. "After you fill Kyle's ass with your cum, and why does it feel like your damn eye is staring at me with extra intensity?"

"He using Intense Stare."

"He's doing what?"

"Using Skill," I say. "It passive. Increase intensity of all stares."

"How in the hell did he get that?"

"He also have Innocent Look."

"Okay," he says. "That explains a few things. I didn't even know that was a Skill."

"It be."

"Clearly," he says. "There is a difference between our imprisonment, when we were imprisoned unfairly, and theirs, Leif. Well, your imprisonment. I was bound up because of what I am and the fact that I was rampaging across the world, which I'll do again someday. You were for no reason other than for kicks, no doubt."

"Not many kicks," I tell him. "Mostly just starving."

"Not that kind of-never mind," he says. "These two would be imprisoned for our safety, if we left them alive. You would be able to pleasure yourself with them as well. Think of it as a form of payment, for being allowed to live. You let them live as your prisoners, as they repay you by doing whatever you want."

"As if we'd ever help a demon!" The not-Kyle spits.

"No chains?"

"That complicates things," Tiol tells me. "They'd have an easier time getting away."

"No chains!"

"Okay!" He says. "No chains! But if we leave them alive, then them being our prisoners is good."

"How prisoner be good?"

"I already explained it to you!"

"Did he?" I look at Hex, who nods. "Oh, okay. You agree?" He nods. "Oh, okay," we look back to Tiol. "Hex says you be honest."

"When am I not honest with you, Leif?" Tiol asks.

"You said that nasty stuff was good."

"I never said it tasted good!" He groans in frustration. "You are probably the only mortal in existence to have ever frustrated an Archdemon this way, Leif."

"Sorry."

"It's an achievement," he says. "And if I were another one, I'd probably be fucking you to death at the moment. As it is, would you like to fuck one of them?"

"Fuck?"

"Put your dick in his ass," he says. "Move it back and forth in there until you cum into him, filling him with your cum. If you don't want to do that, he can take your dick into your mouth instead, for a blowjob. Both feel much better than using just your hand."

"But-"

"They're prisoners," Tiol says. "Prisoners do what their keepers want. They are a different type of prisoner than you were – they are enemy prisoners.'

"Prisoner be prisoner!" I tell him. "No chains! No be prisoners! No force do stuff! No! Nonononono! Prisoner be bad! No want prisoner! Live or die, no prisoner!"

Tiol stares at me. Hex and I stare back.

"You're serious?" He asks. "We can't let them leave here-"

"No like people!" I say. "Kill them, no let leave! We stay safe! No want be prisoner again!"

"So long as I shall live," Tiol says. "You will never be a prisoner again. You look like there's something you're trying to say. Remember – think hard about how it comes out, then say it, if you want to be clear."

"Okay," I think. "I… don't want… to make anyone… my prisoner. Being a prisoner… is not… good. It is… bad. Very bad. Being a prisoner… is not fun. It was awful."

"Ah," Tiol says. "That's what's bothering you, eh?"

"Yeah."

"Let me put it a bit more simply," Tiol says. "You will never be a prisoner again, but you are more than welcome to have your own prisoners. Yes, you don't like the idea of it, however, this is your castle, and they intruded upon it. In addition to that, they attacked me unprovoked, and even killed Hex without hesitation."

"They did kill Hex," I look at Hex, then back to Tiol. "I resummoned him. Killing Hex still bad. Not fair. Hex not do anything to him. Just stare at him."

Hex stares at Kyle, who turns paler.

"I'm… sorry?"

"No," I say. "You scared, not sorry. You no regret, we let you live. Tiol – kill him."

"I'm not bound to obey your orders," Tiol says. "And I'd very much like to fuck him to death. It isn't every day I get off, with taking care of you."

"Fuck to death?" I say. "You kill by fucking people? I no want to fuck to death!"

"No!" Tiol laughs. "My dick is large enough that I'll do a little damage upon entry, and my roughness and ability to go a very long time before getting exhausted and needing to stop means I can do enough damage over enough time to kill. If I were to enter you without foreplay, a few gentle thrusts would probably kill you. Hell, entering might kill you."

"You fuck me?"

"No," he shakes his head. "I wasn't going to fuck you. If you were to fuck one of them, you probably wouldn't do any damage at all, no matter how rough you were, so you could be as rough as you wanted. He'd hurt, but not lose any life."

"Oh."

"You look confused."

"Fucking bad?"

"You're not going to understand what I'm saying, are you?" He asks.

"You not saying it way I can understand."

"I really wish your captors were still around," Tiol growls. "I'd make them pay for what they did to you."

"That not even close to what you saying before."

"Okay," Tiol takes a deep breath. "You do not want to make anyone a prisoner?"

"Yes."

"What if they beat you up?"

"You let that happen?"

"What if I wasn't around?" He asks.

"Um…"

"If someone beat you up, then after they were gone, you and I were together."

"I ask you kill them."

"Someone steals from you."

"I ask you kill them."

"They kill Hex."

"You kill them."

"So either they're good, or they die?"

"Good to me. I no care 'bout others."

"You kill people who wrong you just for wronging you," Tiol says. "You get hunted. Bounty put on head. People come to kill you."

"You protect me."

"What if I'm not around to protect you?"

"You kill them after they kill me."

"You'd be dead."

"So'd be they."

Tiol and I stare each other down. Hex stares at Tiol, too. Hex knows who's good.

"If given the choice," the other boy says. "Between being killed, and being a prisoner and fucked regularly, I'd much prefer being alive over dead."

"Kill him."

"He just said he'd be willing to let you fuck him."

"No keep prisoners."

"You being a prisoner," Tiol says. "Bad. You having prisoners, not-bad."

"Not good."

"For them," he says. "Sometimes, you might want someone to still be alive. They're both of holy classes, and can heal people. That might be useful for you."

"They refuse heal."

"The kind of prisoner you were," he says. "Was the kind where you were a prisoner for no reason. The kind of prisoner they would be would be for trespassing in our castle. There's a difference."

"No difference. Both prisoners."

"There are different types of prisoners," Tiol says. "Some are for the amusement of others, some are for violating rules, some for trespassing, some for pleasure, some for war, and many other types."

"All prisoners."

"You and I," Tiol says. "Were both prisoners. You were one for no reason that I can discern. I was a prisoner because it was the only way they could stop me from destroying the 'safe' world. That is, the world not already under control of Demons or Dragons. Two vastly different reasons."

"You know real reason."

"What?" He looks confused.

"You know real reason I prisoner. It be me."

"Somewhat," he rubs forehead with fingers. "Your particular species of Elf is unique, and supposedly extinct. As an adult, you'd begin to develop certain abilities. Most likely, they wished to steal those powers, once you developed them, and so, kept you hidden, and kept you weak, ensuring you never gained power or had boosted Stats upon turning eighteen."

"That confusing."

"You were a prisoner so they could get stronger," he says.

"Oh."

"I was a prisoner of war," he says. "It was to protect other people. Either way, neither of us liked being a prisoner."

"They no like, either."

"Maybe," he says. "But the kind of prisoner you were is unlike the kind I was, or how they will be."

"They no be prisoner," I say. "You kill them."

"You want them dead," he says. "Kill them yourself. I'd much rather fuck them to death."

"Okay," I stand up and start walking towards them.

"Back off!" The other one grabs his sword. He dropped it earlier. "I'll kill you!"

"Tiol then no have me tell him no," I say. "So then he fuck you dead. Plus, I no need get close. I kill from here," I stop walking. "Fireball."

A Fireball forms above my hand, and I throw it at him. He dodges to the side.

"Bad!" I tell him. "Stay! Fireball!"

I make another and throw it. He keeps dodging it. Kyle does, too. Both keep avoiding being hit by my Fireballs. Hex stay by door, stare them down with Intense Stare. They back off. Tiol stand near door, too. They avoid him, too. He looks amused.

"How is he regenerating his Mana so fast?" Kyle ask loudly. "His Pool isn't that high!"

I throw another Fireball at him. He run away. I throw another at him. He dodge that one, too. He needs to stop moving around so I can kill him already. I not going to stop, even though they keep asking.

People bad. Tiol not people. Tiol Tiol. Tiol good. Hex not people. Hex floating eyeball. Hex good.

People bad. No let live.

Me tired, too. Body feel sore. Sit down to throw Fireballs.

"You okay?" Tiol asks.

"Body sore."

"Sore?" He asks. "Oh. You moved around a lot more than you're used to. I should have seen that coming."

Glowing circle things form around the boys' wrists, holding them up in the air.

"There," he says. "Now you can kill them without them running around. And it was so entertaining, too."

"No chains!"

"Those aren't chains."

"No chains!"

"Those aren't-" he starts, then sighs, shaking his head, the circles disappearing. The boys drop to the ground. "You're a handful, you know that, right?"

"Do something about it."

He looks like about say something, then sighs, shaking his head.

"Excuse me," the other boy says. He breathing heavily. Kyle breathing heavier. I probably be breathing even heavier than that. So tired. "If you're an Archdemon, how did someone with as little Mana as the elf manage to even earn your notice? You've already made it clear you aren't bound to his service, so you're not through Summon Demon."

Other boy looks terrified. He shaking lots. Lots and lots. He pale and sweaty, too.

"You're to die," Tiol says. "So why does it matter?"

"I'd much prefer to live," the other boy looks at me. "Leif, please-"

"Fireball!"

He yelps, dropping back to the ground to avoid being hit.

"How you know my name?"

"Appraisal!"

"Huh?"

"Ah," Tiol says. "You probably don't have it. You need to examine enough things with focus in order to acquire it. I guess you haven't really focused on anything as anything in a way that would do it. Appraisal Level 1 grants you the ability to see someone's name."

"Ah."

I stare at other boy. Stare at him intensely.

Then look at Hex.

"You have Appraisal?" I ask, and Hex turn side-side. He say he do not. "Okay. We both get it, then."

Hex and I stare at other boy. It no appear. Oh! There it be!

Braden

"Bur-ad-en?"

"Braden," Tiol says. "His name is Braden. To be honest, you're picking up stuff like this faster than I would have expected."

"You good teacher," I turn look at Braden. "What you want? I kill you anyway."

"For starters," he says. "I would much rather be a prisoner than die."

"No prisoners!" I say. "You die!"

"Wait!" He holds up his hands as I summon Fireball. "Demons are powerful, but they can't heal mortals the way other mortals can! Kyle and I both have healing magics! We'll help you! And I'd much prefer fucking over getting fucked, but I'd be willing to let you fuck me, if it meant I got to live, even if I had to stay here and work for you. I'd-we'd be more like servants than prisoners!"

"What?" Kyle asks. "No, we would-"

"Hush!" Braden snaps at Kyle, then looks back at me. "I don't know if Kyle would rather be your… servant, but I'd much prefer it over death! I'd do whatever you wanted me to do!"

I look at Tiol. He give me good explanation. I think. He sometimes forget, and make it bad.

"A servant," Tiol says. "Is someone who performs services for someone else, in return for payment. There are many different types of servants. There are also things that do the same that aren't servants. In short, Braden wants to be a servant of yours. In exchange for getting to live, and live here, he will do whatever you want?"

"I say kill Kyle?" He kill Hex.

"It would test him," Tiol says. "See if he'd really do what you want. However, I'd recommend not doing that."

"Kyle kill Hex," I say. "Kyle die."

"Yes, I'm aware you want him to die," Tiol says. "You even focused most of your Fireballs on him. That said, if Braden killed Kyle, he'd lose his holy power for killing another of the same class of holy as him, and he'd also get the Experience."

"Experience?"

"For his combat-oriented Classes," Tiol nods. "If you killed Kyle with your fire magics, you'd gain Experience for both of your magic Classes. One or both might go up."

"Ah, okay.," I look at boys. "Braden live, do what I want by choice. Kyle die, I get Experience. Fear wear off, Braden no be willing. Braden only want live because fear. Braden not really want do what I want. So still not choice. So still die. Like Kyle."

"I don't want to die, either!" Braden exclaims. "You'd be making us do something we don't want to do!"

"That be different," I tell him. "You no be do anything after. Now shush and die."

"Wait!" He holds up hands. "We can be beneficial to you! There are things humans can do that Demons can't!"

"Tiol do stuff just fine."

"We can go into town and get goods!" He says. "We're not stupid enough to believe that we could get a force that could fight an Archdemon, and there's no way we'd want his wrath! The things he'd do to us… they'd be horrible!"

"Tiol get stuff just fine. Like candles. Lotsa candles."

"Archdemons can't Formshift," Braden look at Tiol, look confused.

"Formshift?"

"The ability," Tiol looks at me. "To change one's form. You can probably do it. However, it can only be to similar forms. For a humanoid creature, it'd have to be another humanoid creature. The species you really are determines the restrictions for it, and the way it works. Demons can do it without a time limit, though most species have to worry about Mana instead. Your particular race of Elf worries about neither, but takes more Mana to perform."

"You no do it?"

"I can't," he shakes his head. "Not to human form, anyway. I can only make myself variations of my true form. This is but one of them."

"You no buy candles?"

"I convinced people to get them for me."

"He's probably been pillaging and raping villages," Braden says.

"I only pillaged one village," Tiol says. "And it's quite a far distance from here, so it's unlikely we'd be traced back to here. I've stockpiled what loot I could from them and hidden them."

"No need goods," I tell Kyle. "No, thanks."

"Actually," Tiol says. "There are things I don't have that you might need in the future. Was planning on taking out another village to get them. Actually, probably a town, as villages might not have them."

"So what be pillage and rape?" I ask.

"Pillage," Braden says, and I look at him. "Is when a group of people – or in his case, a single person – slaughters a village and steals their goods. They might leave some alive, for their own pleasures or as slaves – servants who don't get paid and are treated worse – but most would die. Raping is when you force someone to have sex with you, instead of them doing it willingly."

"Tiol want me rape you?"

"That's what he was wanting, yes," Braden says.

"Bad Tiol!"

"I'm not a dog."

"What's that?"

"Never mind," Tiol says. "Can you please make up your mind already? I want to fuck the whiny one to death already."

"Whiny one?"

"Kyle."

"I kill Kyle. He kill Hex," I look at Braden. "I change mind. You no worth mercy. You fine be prisoner. I want try fuck."

"That was a sudden and inexplicable change in perspective," Tiol says. "What changed?"

"Huh?"

"Never mind," he shakes his head. "You probably can't understand what I'm asking."

"You calling me stupid?"

Tiol starts to say something, but Hex and me stare him down, and he looks to the two humans.

"You," Tiol points at Kyle. "Get naked, and bend over the table."

"No," I say. "I want Braden. He say he do it. That good."

"Okay," Tiol says, and his magic circles appear around Kyle's wrists and feet, sending him to the ground.

"No chains!"

Tiol huffs, but releases Kyle. Braden removes his clothes. Body is muscled, like Tiol. Not like me. My body skinny. Not as skinny as months ago, when freed. When other demon freed me. His dick be little bigger than mine.

"Now stand behind him," Tiol tells me. "And push your dick into the hole in his ass."

"The poop hole?"

"Yes," Tiol says. "It'll be clean, don't worry."

"If you sure."

"I am," he says. "Go slowly at first, until your dick is all the way in. Then, slowly pull out, but not all the way. Keep going back and forth in him, until you orgasm."

"Okay."

I stand behind Braden and push my dick into his hole. It not go in easy, but does go in eventually. Braden hisses as I push in. I go all way in. He make small noise. Moan? Short moan? Something.

It feels so tight and warm around my dick. It feel good. Now know why Tiol want me do it. Glad decide try, even though no want to make do stuff. Maybe not bad, I do it. I no do for no reason. No do it steal power.

They endanger us. They hurt Hex. Kyle kill Hex. He get much worse punishment.

For now, though, I 'fuck' Braden. Go back and forth. It feels so weird. So good. Every time go in, Braden moan. I put hand on his back, hold me up. His skin so soft, firm. Feels nice. Move hands to his stomach and chest, hold him as I fuck him. He moans I play with nipples. He likes that.

My body speeds up on own, and feeling good gets stronger. Then, body push all way in, feeling really, really good. Feel something coming out of dick. When finish, body collapse on Braden. So exhausted and heavy. So good.

Several minutes before I able to stand on own again. My dick went back normal. I look at Tiol.

"Want get fucked," I say.

"No," he says. "I don't want to get fucked, even if someone as small as you wouldn't really be noticeable in me."

"No," Braden stands up, putting a hand on shoulder. Flinch. "He said he wants to try getting fucked, to see what it's like."

"Yeah," I nod. "That be what I said."

"You willing?" Tiol asks Braden.

"Too sore," he sways on feet. So… no know word. Don't know word. Need learn more words! "I don't think I could manage. I need to lie down."

"Then lie down," I tell him. "Kyle fuck me. He no fuck me, he die sooner."

"If he Health goes down a single point," Tiol looks at Kyle, who pales. "Your dick will come out of him, and mine will go in you. Do you understand?"

"Yes!" Kyle yell in scare.

"Lie on your back on the table," Tiol tells me. "And lift your legs up."

I do as he say as Kyle strips off his clothes. His dick same size as mine. He get in front of me, push dick in slowly. Hurt, but feel good. Even better when he starts moving back and forth. By the time he shoots his load into me, my dick big again.

After he shoot his cum into me, he pull out and look at Tiol. Nervous. Scared.

"Did that satisfy your curiosity?" Tiol asks me.

"Like better," I tell him. "Hurt, though."

"Here," he walks over and picks me up. "Let's get you to your bed, so you can rest from that. You've got to be exhausted."

"Very," I yawn. "Thanks."

"You two," he says. "Come with me. Leave your clothes and gear. I've got a special room for you two."

"No chains," I smack his back.

"Wasn't going to do chains," he says. "Just a cell."

"We no clear out rats from dungeon."

"I'm sure they'll handle themselves fine," he says.

Tiol takes me too room and tuck me into bed. Still sore, but definitely felt good. Like it lots.

Almost as much as playing with fire and burning stuff.